May 2, 2008

• I Love:

  Juno (My Van.) I have a dark blue Honda Odyssey named Juno. I know I have said this before, but I absolutely love it. (And, by the way, "it" is a "she". ) When we went from two kids to three, we made the (dreaded) jump to a mini-van. I was inwardly (and probabaly outwardly, too) grimacing, thinking, "oh, great, now I'm an official mini-van mom... that's just great..." But I have NO regrets. I love my van so so much. I love the color, I love the style, I love the room, I love the gas mileage, I love the sunroof.... Okay, enough on that.

  My Books. Ever since I was... 14? 15? I have had a list of favorite books:

  Christy by C Marshall
  Mrs. Mike by B & N Freedman
  Jane of Lantern Hill by L M Montgomery
  Every Perfect Gift by J Nye

  I still have my tattered, original copies of each of these. Christy is coverless, held together with tape. When I was younger, these books accompanied me everywhere I went. Nicaragua, family road trips, Romania, India, summer camp, camping, you name it. If I was away from home for more than an overnight, these books came along. I remember someone in Nicaragua watching me unpack my books and stack them on the table next to my bed, and asking, "Why bring books you've already read? Why not something new?" I'm sure by then I had read them all dozens of times, but I replied something like "Well, I can open any one of these and be completely lost in a storyline I already know I love." I haven't read them much in recent years, but they still hold a special place in my heart. I think of them from time to time and remember how much I loved these books and how often I used to re-read them. There are plenty of other authors and books that I love now, but these are special to me.

  Tea. I have tried for years now to convert to a coffee drinker... I mean, isn't coffee so much more in than tea? Plus, Starbucks does have some pretty yummy concoctions... At any rate, I have officially given up on coffee (at least at home) and have reverted to my favorite from my childhood travels. My mom got me this adorable glass tea pot last year, one that brews loose-leaf tea, which, well, if you're going to drink tea, you just have to try. It's so much better. I have distinct memories of being in London and having an afternoon cup of tea, complete with (what else?) sugar cubes and cream, and thinking that it was absolute perfection. This year, I brewed my own tea all winter, in flavors like Dark Chocolate Raspberry, White Jasmine and (my perennial favorite) English Breakfast. Now that it's getting warmer out, I've switched to making iced tea by the quart. My latest concoction was great, made with a quart-size tea bag of decaf black tea, with a cranberry-pomegranate green tea bag thrown in for flavor. Delicious, cheap and easy (that is, right up my alley. )

  Ordering Pizza For Dinner. Now I don't have to cook. What could be better?

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