Today Theresa and I went out to the bookstore. Normally I’m not a big fan of shopping but I do love bookstores. Today I was on a mission. I wanted Italian flash cards. This required going to a few different stores before I found them. At first, I only saw French ones. “What? How can they only have them in French? That’s discrimination!” Then I got the brilliant idea to look on the other side of the bookshelf.
Once we got home, I went through the cards & started pulling cards out & taping them everywhere. When Theresa walked into the kitchen, she said something like, “Gee, why don’t you just hit me in the face with flashcards?”
Frank, however, is another story. He just got home from work & is in the kitchen eating dinner. So far, no word about the flashcards. I’m guessing he didn’t notice them. Here, let’s see… “Honey, did you notice anything in the kitchen?”
Pause. Long pause. “Cake?”
I just walked in there. “Huh?” He pointed to an empty silicone bundt thingie. “No, that’s not a cake.” He then got annoyed with me so I came back here to type some more. I guess it could look like a cake.
A few minutes passed and he came in here. “Do you mean the notes?”
“Yes.”
“But they’ve been up for the past couple of days.”
“No, I had exactly 3 post-it notes with words. These are flash cards. There are way more of them.”
Everywhere you look, there are flash cards:
I plan on labeling everything in the house. Of course labeling the food gets tricky. If I use up a flashcard for the container of milk what happens when we use it? If I write on an apple with marker, can it still be eaten? How about eggs? Do you think the dog will let me put a sticker on him? And yes, I really did write the word ‘le forbici’ on my scissors.
August 14th, 2008 at 5:27 pm Quote
Brings back bad memories of French class, which I passed with a c- or d+…can’t remember which. I was more interested in the fact that our OLD (she was over 40 and then that was old) teacher was dating a boy in our class. She even wore his classring to school. Now she would be put in jail but then no one paid very much attention.
August 15th, 2008 at 4:33 pm Quote
I think that’s a great idea. I’ve been thinking about learning another language…maybe french since my Dad was french/canadian and spoke only french while growing up. I just may go out and get some flashcards and place them all over the house too
August 15th, 2008 at 8:06 pm Quote
You also have many bananas. I think they, too, deserve a flashcard. No banana discrimination!
August 15th, 2008 at 8:29 pm Quote
I actually planned to get a pen and write the Italian word for banana on the banana. Until I found out it’s ‘banana.’