I am amazed that this is the 50th blog. Who knew I could write so much about so little. I must admit that I really had very little to say when I started this little blog venture.
And I am sorry to announce that I’ve still got nothing.
If you haven’t read this blog, I will attempt to summarize in a relatively painless manner of what has happened so far (like you have missed anything).
If the following makes little or no sense to you, welcome to my world. If it does make sense, you really need to find a hobby.
These are in no particular order and should not be construed as intelligent thoughts.
The highlights and items that have been established so far are that I hate soccer, my daughter likes ice cream, you can’t sell a child for a decent price on EBAY, my wife is a saint, TV stinks, if you don’t pay attention a kindergarten kid can do some damage, burnt popcorn stinks up the entire school, my childhood was complicated, people who work in education like the free food, time changes in the fall are no fun (but great in the spring), my daughter’s teacher sees only the best side of her at school (for this I am thankful), a Bert Parks reference dates me, the next President should be a 4th grade teacher, life moves fast, always bleed outside in the yard, people from small towns stick out in the big city, my daughter finds her father goofy (someday I hope to meet him- it’s a joke), be kind to the baggage handler, don’t obsess about your ACT score, if you don’t text message you are probably old, Ferris Bueller is cool, everyone needs someone to blame, in my mind civilization is coming to an end (don’t panic- I mean eventually, you should have plenty of time to finish this blog), lots of papers to grade can make a person tense, being able to buy large amounts of condiments makes me extremely happy, always know the answer to a question before you ask, meetings are boring, “heads up” is always followed by bad news, I didn’t appreciate recess when I was a kid like I should have, lots of people don’t know who Mike Rowe is (I pity you) and most of all- I have way too much free time (if you don’t believe me- read this paragraph again).
There you have it. 50 blogs in one long, rambling, unintelligible, almost unreadable paragraph. Granted, this blog is not rocket science or brain surgery, but it keeps me off the streets at night.
I get lots of questions about the blog (okay… a few… humor me). I don’t have time to answer both of them, so I will address the most important.
The #1 question that people ask me that finally needs answered is….
“Have you bought the poor, mistreated child ice cream yet?” Well, here is your answer.
She lives a life that I didn’t even know existed when I was a kid.
Now that she has her ice cream, you people (okay… person) can leave me alone.
Phil Gaton"