I can blame these half-written missives on a number of very good reasons:
- Busier than a one-armed paper hanger (not a politically correct description, but oh well ...)
- Fall Festival
- After school meetings
- Sheer exhaustion
- Sore throat
- Demanding cat
- Too many phone calls
I know. It's hard to believe. Me? Waste time? Fritter away my days doing endlessly stupid stuff? You're shocked, aren't you? But alas, it is true. In fact, somewhere in Michigan, my mother has just screamed at the top of her lungs, "HALLELUJAH! I've been telling her to stop wasting time for years now!"
I suppose the other reason that I haven't finished any of the blogs is that they have made me MAD writing them. They are the furthest thing from entertaining, and let's face it. After you have watched ten bajillion mind-numbing Ben Chandler-is-against-the-coal-miners-but Andy-Barr-loves-the-coal-miners ads, entertainment is not an option, but a must!
This morning, I found myself hopping out of bed thinking, "Only two more days of political commercials. Only two more days of political commercials!" This realization is almost as exciting as the dawning of a Christmas morning.
I was going to write a long missive about TESTING in schools, but seriously. Aren't you all just as sick of hearing about scores and testing and high risk schools and high achieving schools and blah, blah, blah, as I? Here's a question? How about just letting us teach? The reason kids don't really take all these tests seriously is that we are systematically stripping the fun and enjoyment right out of learning, and lest you think I've been smokin' or drinkin' something, yes! YES! Learning is SUPPOSE to be fun.
I know! Shocking, isn't it?
Then there was the blog I was writing about words, their meanings, and the use of certain words. But how can you argue with the ignorant out there? I mean, I spend my days trying to teach fourth graders about the results of bullying and how to be a good friend and neighbor -- in between teaching them how to read and write and add and subtract. Don't you just love that adults, with all these years and years of wisdom, come along behind me and undo all of that by name-calling and then rationalizing the aforementioned name-calling? I mean, at some point, I just throw up my hands, step back while the ignorant amongst us duke it out, and hope for the survival of the fittest theory to work itself out. It will work itself out, right?
I was going to write about my haggling with the student loan companies, but that subject depresses me just thinking about it. Actually typing it out in black and white print, might well do me in.
There was the blog about manners in grocery stores or the people that monogram their cars (among other things down here in the South) or the weather or the fact that I must find a Kitchen Clean-up Fairy, stat!
But none of it seems to hold any excitement for me. None of it seems FUN.
And so I let The Blog just sit ... ruminate ... cogitate ... marinate ... all those -ates. Perhaps I needed a break.
At any rate, I have just spent the better part of the last twenty minutes blogging about nothing in particular, which my sister says I do on voice mail all the time.
My guess is that this political season as sapped all the HAPPY out of my writing. I'm predicting an up-swing in my blogging productivity post-election, when I will then be inundated with all the MERRIEST of CHRISTMAS commercials, reminding me, once again, of how inadequate my Christmas spending budget is this season.