Blogs Are Stupid

Doesn't anyone believe in Dear Diary anymore? What happened to the joy of putting actual pen to paper? And why does every ordinary Jane and John think they can write well enough to burden the world with their scribblings? It’s a mystery that badly needs solving. My first entry contains my thoughts about blogging and will set your expectations. The rest will probably be stream of consciousness garbage, much like you’ll find on any other blog. Perhaps we will both come away enlightened.

Sunday, April 09, 2006

And now....

....back to your regularly scheduled blog.

Spring Break is over, and the recovery efforts are in full swing here at B.A. central. Yes, the hubster and the offspring will merrily return to work and school (perhaps merrily is overstating it a just a bit) leaving me to deal with vacation aftermath. They will depart from a home in hopeless disarray and return to find it magically put in order. They will leave behind piles of laundry caked with cave mud and the filth of public places and return to find drawers full of April fresh and neatly folded apparel just waiting to be dirtied again. They will not give a second thought to how this miracle was wrought, they will simply accept it as the right and just order of things.

Despite the inevitable consequences of a 7 days spent entirely at leisure, I have to say that the week was extremely enjoyable. We had planned activities every day and the weather cooperated beautifully. Our week culminated with an overnight trip to Chattanooga, TN. We splurged on a suite at the historic Chattanooga Choo-Choo hotel, and my children were duly impressed. My youngest, however, was not quite satisfied. He kept asking where the "awesome" rooms were. My husband patiently explained to him that we had the best room in the hotel, but he was not convinced. Finally, we realized that he interpreted the word "suite" to mean "sweet". As in "Dude...that's totally sa-weeeeet." In his world, awesome is a step above sweet, and so he assumed that there were rooms of even greater luxury that he was being denied. What's that old expression...."Champagne taste on a beer budget"?? He aspires to be a bestselling author, and I certainly hope he achieves that dream. It's going to take a lot of cash to support his chosen lifestyle.

So, ummm...it may take a couple days before I am sufficiently recovered to post anything worth reading, but after spending most of the week among the great unwashed, I have plenty of things to write about. Stay tuned.

4 Comments:

  • At 12:37 PM, Blogger MrsFortune said…

    I love the unwashed, can't wait to hear all the *sordid* details.

     
  • At 2:53 PM, Blogger Mom101 said…

    I love the heirarchy of preteen adjectives. I wonder where phat figures into this all, or whatever the kids are saying these days. (I guess tubular is out, right?)

     
  • At 4:36 PM, Blogger Jess Riley said…

    Someone should start a nonprofit that mails teen lingo interpretation cards to parents the day their kids turn 13. I'd even write a grant to get that puppy off the ground!

     
  • At 6:28 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I think that's hilarious how they mis"hear" -- my little client with autism thought Mrs. Sippi was taking me away - alas, I was only moving to Mississippi...

     

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