Alright, so I'm not even sure how I got to thinking about this, maybe it was the conversation of what we should do for dinner with some friends the other night, and pizza was suggested... but I'm pretty sure it goes back to this pin on Pinterest.
The only problem is, that's not what MY Button looked like, THAT was some new fancy button the kids get these days.
This, was my button...or my poorly-done-semi-digital-version of what it would have looked like...
I loooved book-it. I always wanted to be the first one to earn their star in the class, like that would make me the Valedictorian of Book-It. (I was also the Valedictorian of the St. Judes Math-a-thon, but that's a story for another day.)
We didn't go out to eat that much, the town we lived in seriously had a Micky-D's, a sub shop, a chinese restaurant, and...a Pizza Hut. It was fun to participate, win a prize, and sometimes we would actually get the pizza, but really the fun was in the winning, not the pizza.
Speaking of pizza, if my husband says he wants some form of pizza for a meal again in the next 6 months my head might explode. He could eat it 3 meals a day, every day. uuggh
Most of the time when I say: What are you making for dinner?
he says: What kind of pizza do you want?
and I say: I DON"T WANT!!!!
On another side note, my disdain for pizza in general goes allllll the way back to a time when we lived in southern Maryland, and there was very little around except the naval base we lived on, a hospital, my school a pizza place and a K-Mart. Yeah, that was the big shopping if you didn't drive what felt like 100 miles! Oh! they did have a HUGE, basement, uniform store for my catholic school gal uniform of plaid jumper, red tie and white peter pan collared shirt.
Well, while we were living there my mom ended up working 3-11p (she is a nurse); that meant my dad was in charge of dinner every night. Well, I guess at that point he couldn't really cook, we were pretty young at the time and he was busy being a Naval Pilot, not learning to cook for little kids. So, he ordered pizza; sauage and mushrooms sometimes, but usually mushroom and olive slices would arrive, piping hot and gooey.
This was fun at first, oohh mommy's at work, we get pizza for dinner tonight!! Then after two or three months of this, uugggh is all I can say. I guess about the same time my mom must have figured out what was going on, because soon there after my dad started reading a BUNCH of cookbooks, especially Martin Yan. If Yan Can Cook, So Can You!!
Anyway...back to Book-It. back in my day it was simple, read a book, record it with a parent's signature, write a short book-report style piece, then---read 10 books--get a star (get a pizza at that point too I think).
As far back as I can remember reading, I remember loving it. Still to this day, I'm always reading at least 2 books. I'll read a bunch of chapters in one, then pick a new one up read in there, then the next day go back to book one, over and over til it's done, this way I never get to that point where I don't have a book in progress. Sometimes a REALLY amazing book will not let me put it down, and I just consume it in one reading, I LOVE those books.
I don't know if book-it helped my reading, or just rewarded me with stars for something I would have done anyway?
Either way, I was proud of that pin.
