Snowballs and turkey, and nice handsome poodles,
Maybe a chicken fried up with some noodles,
Tennis balls flying like birds on the wing….
These are a few of my favourite things.
Old cheddar cheeses with sausage and bacon,
Walks in the morning when rabbits are waking,
Cuddles and snuggles, earplugs when she sings…
These are a few of my favourite things.
When the flea bites,
When the vets write,
When the weather’s bad…
I simply indulge in my favourite things
To stop me from going mad….
Everyone is singing lately… I like singing, must be my Dad’s genes. Just wish she wouldn’t do it quite as much though. She’s not exactly tuneful…
Wonder if Bau can sing?
Letter from Bau
I hope that I am not too late in being able to post on your advent calendar. Really, all I want is to wish you and all your friends and family a fun holiday. I love Christmas time. There’s always a party or two to go to and I love all the attention I get at these get-togethers. That’s my favorite thing. My other favorite thing concerns food. The best person to hang around is a one or two year old child. They’re always dropping their food. Or old people are always good. They don’t believe in all this nonsense that a dog must not eat human food. I love carrots. They are my Favorite.
Oh, Boy! It’s Getting Close to Christmas! My favorite time of the year. That’s when humans place trayfuls of food on tables my height.
Anyway, Ani, I hope that you and everyone else has a holiday full of your favorite things.
About Bau’s two-legs
My dad was born on a farm town in Rama, Saskatchewan and my mom in Montreal. I was born in Sherbrooke, Quebec but currently I live in Montreal. I first came to study Early Childhood Education at McGill. It was a lonely time for me. Away from home for the first time. My parents didn’t believe in summer camps.
I didn’t like teaching kindergarten. All that discipline and yelling and screaming all at once…no I had the book first…he hit me…Patty peed in her pants. So I went on to get a B.A. in Education so I could teach high school. My first teaching job was teaching poetry to a group of drop-outs who were no older than I was and even some of the boys in my class were my brother’s friends. It was weird. Teaching High School didn’t turn out to be the be all and end all of saving the world.
After that, I got a neat job teaching English as second language for this company run by a really old woman who let me do practically whatever I wanted. I got to create a lot in those years.
And then I needed to travel. I did some research at The British Museum Library on my own grant. It was on Alice in Wonderland. The real reason why I wanted to do this research was that I just wanted to read from the original Lewis Carroll manuscript. Man, did they ever survey that manuscript. You’d think I was taking out Russian spy material.
Fast forward. I went back to study Applied Linguistics at Concordia University in Montreal where I almost got an M.A. degree if it weren’t for this professor (Gosh I wish I could remember her name…she was ancient) who didn’t think that using music to teach a second language was cool to use with adults. Although, a year later she kind of got with it and delivered a speech at an ESL convention using my material! Really. Now, that’s not fair.
Okay, so bad things happen to good people. I write a few ESL books that sell fairly well. Maybe you’ve heard or even used some of them: Open For Business and Windows on Sci-Tech. These were under my married name Carol Ann Fournier.
So I have my Andy Warhol fifteen minutes of fame and now what?
Oh, I know… I want to write crime novels. But don’t I need some kind of credibility, like maybe having been a criminal myself or a detective (which really, really would have been super cool, if in my good old days they’d accepted women in the police force).
I went back to university to get a M.Sc. in criminology and then ended up teaching Police Technology and Corrections for eighteen years in a college in the north end of Montreal. How’s that for credibility?
In the meantime, I got divorced and found myself side tracking from crime writing and writing about dating. Horror!
Here I am, years later and too many dates to keep track of but with a collection of dating stories and a novel.
Now you know my sad story of how I became a writer. But wait, that’s not all. I’m only beginning.
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