A-Z Challenge Kooky Kraus

My J post was Just Jeanne, which told about me. Today’s post is the other half, the last name post (Kraus). After today you'll have the whole enchilada, so to speak. Kraus is my married name from my first husband, and the name I use as an author. But there are other K words that define who I am.

Klutz: I most definitely am a klutz. I drop things, knock into things and do not have good balance. I fall on stairs, trip on sidewalks, children and over pets who venture into my path. I think I'm a bit knock-kneed.

Memories of K from childhood. I went to Camp with my sister and I remember singing the “Kookaburra Song.” Kookaburra sings in the old gum tree, Merry merry king of the bush is he. Laugh, Kookaburra, Laugh, Kookaburra, gay your life must be.”

At that same camp I remember a counselor named Katydid, who, for Backwards Day, changed her name to Katydidn’t. Why waste my brain cells on memorizing that fact? Hmm?

Kaleidoscope: In my first woman’s book, I recall a moment when I fell and dislocated my shoulder and knee. I looked up from the floor and there was a kaleidoscope of hunky paramedics staring down at me. If I had to die, that would have been the time.

I have some knick-knacks. My son’s favorite are my Cat’s Meow Village ones which he helped buy me for many years. They are painted wooden homes and buildings, all with a cat in them.     

My favorite fruit would probably be kiwi. Once you get past the “hairy little ball” exterior appearance, and you open it up, you find that the flesh of the fruit is neon green with little black edible seeds. It’s very delicious, kind of like a cross between a watermelon and a strawberry.

Kids are my work. I am a curriculum specialist in elementary school. Today was the dreaded FCAT test. I tested the children who do not speak English. Taking the test is an exercise in frustration. Afterward, I put out some drawing paper and some Legos, thinking that it would be nice for them to use their imagination.

The boys, all speaking in different languages,  made guns and snipers out of their Legos. What happened to the cute little toys and things? Killjoys.