Driving down the road, I saw what could only be someone's laundry that must have either made a break for freedom from the open bed of a pickup or which was deliberately cast aside rather than to wash it yet again.
Since I have a philosophy of wash a load/burn a load when it comes to getting the job done, I can completely commiserate with the person who may have thrown the laundry out the window and feigned innocence when they arrived back home rather than pursue the tedious and tiresome chore of washing the same stuff every single week. It does make a body wonder why "fashion" was such a good idea.
We manage to invent all kinds of good for mankind stuff that is "new" and "revolutionary". But we have yet to tackle self cleaning clothing that also puts itself away. Likewise, we have yet to create any real sense of progress in the never-ending parade of stuff that requires our undivided attention around the house.
Where is Rosie the Robot who can whip us up a scrumptious dinner from the pedestrian leftovers that crowd the refrigerator? Or how about that Star Trek food replicator that can take our personal dietary recommendations from our trusty doctor and make it into something dreadfully healthy and useful but that tastes a whole lot like a yummy and decadent hot fudge sundae? But I digress... back to the laundry.
The Merrill wash is now whirling along. I put in a load of towels because frankly it seems like we breed them. I'm not sure how we go from gleaming pristine and delightfully empty hampers on Saturday to three overflowing hampers of mostly towels on Monday morning. I demand to know who is sneaking into my home to shower!! Furthermore, I demand to know why these shower thieves cannot learn to toss in a load of whites!!
With all the complaining, I must also add my gratitude at having a laundry pair. There is nothing nicer than clean clothes that you didn't have to bundle up, carry out to a wash-a-teria or laundromat and pay nine prices to clean and then bundle up, carry in and put away. For the record, I'm sorry for every newlywed couple and college student who is compelled to do just that. We have lived that particular slice of paradise ourselves. But take comfort! Faint heart never won fair maiden! It builds character! It won't last forever. And other crap like that.
One day, you will have your OWN washer and dryer. They will not inspire you to the great heights of laundry derring-do shown in commercials nor will you get some kind of special tingle when you are whirling a load of barf coated sheets at midnight in your own place. That particular thrill fades and is actually of a rather limited duration when you come to realize that the laundry is never really done. Just as soon as you complete washing, drying and folding up every single living thing in the house, someone spills, pukes, pees or splatters mud on the clean clothes.
It's all good. I promise.
The loads of laundry can either inspire you or defeat you! Never give up! Never surrender! And never wash a red towel with your white undies!
So here we are at the heart of the matter. My machines work today... Beth's did not. So she came over with tomato soup, crackers and laundry in hand with the intent of washing "the essentials" to prevent public nudity. While I'm sure that many people would have indeed enjoyed the display had she and Pete forged ahead sans attire, I'm equally sure that I lack sufficient bail money and would have been reduced to visiting them at the Jail so I could point and laugh and make disparaging remarks about whatever required disparaging. Of course, prior planning might have sold enough tickets for us to all become debt free... no really, I wouldn't do that. It would be wrong... or something.
I have had several occasions to humble myself and haul our laundry elsewhere when my own "in-house" machines took an unscheduled vacation. So I completely sympathize AND empathize with the frustrated and defeated attitude that accompanies the discovery that your own machines have died. It is an inconvenience and a trouble that shouldn't belong in the day. It is also a reminder that we might have far too many clothes or far too few. Right now I am not sure which it is.
This kind of personal suffering truly makes you completely reconsider the use of high explosives in your home. Like the visitors to Neverland, washing machines CAN fly with addition of sufficient force and the special pixie dust we like to call TNT. Your neighbors might not speak civilly to you should your formerly grounded machine crush their petunias, but at least for a time you were blissfully stress free. It begs the question: is it a crime to commit laundrycide for merely plopping your broken washer upon someone's flowerbed?
Soon, this gypsy laundry caravan will cease and our revelry over the next batch will come to an end. The requisite part for repair will arrive and be installed, and the machine will once again churn along at Beth's house. For Beth, I'm sure that knowing the required repair part has been ordered and is only days away impels one to patience - or some unreasonable facsimile of same. At least Beth and Pete can sleep well tonight knowing that their unmentionables have both been mentioned AND cleaned.
Poor Alexis is on her own...
January 13, 2014
January 11, 2014
Learned helplessness, taught victimhood and creation of a drone society
Folks, we have passed the tipping point.
For those who were enjoying the pretty scenery on the ride without paying close attention to the destination, we are now about to enter the era where we wrap up this earth's purpose and its creation.
We are in the last days long prophesied by those former seers who were in tune with God and by whom His pronouncements were made.
As an evidence of our moral slide into being a "victim" and a measure of the learned helplessness that leads us to be drones to a government that would own us as surely as Satan seeks to own his minions and followers, let us take an excerpt from an article from our local newspaper regarding a new policy to provide a free breakfast in the classroom:
"... every student regardless of socioeconomic background will get it."
Free Breakfast in the Classroom
Really?
I cannot see any reason for doing this. Children who are on the free federal breakfast and lunch program ALREADY receive both in a taxpayer funded program. Why does EVERY child require this. Surely there are some parents who are preparing a breakfast for their student and providing lunch for them or the money to purchase it at school?
This is NOT about helping the downtrodden as much as it is about CREATING the downtrodden. The article goes on to state bluntly that the schools receive a lot of money for having this program. So it's not so much about feeding the needy as it is about creating a "need" that may well not exist.
Let us scroll back through history a bit and see if we can connect the dots.
Every single time Satan has made himself manifest openly in ANY government, the first job is to rally the people behind a charismatic leader who spoke well and made the people giddy with excitement over the change that was to come, the hope in the new leader and the opportunity to receive much with little input.
Every single time, this is also followed closely on its heels with the creating of government programs that will "lift" the people from their present lowly estate and make them equal to the evil rich people who have trampled them and destroyed their opportunity.
Every single time, this creates a divided society where the now newly appointed and anointed "downtrodden", who prior to this largess of pig feed once considered themselves functional members of society, that loudly demand "MORE!". They aren't sure what they want more of, they just want more.
At this point, the government sends out their whispering campaign of lies. It starts as a groundswell movement that is sure to include a few good principles mingled with a great deal of very wicked freedom stealing and soul crushing ideologies that are guaranteed to destroy freedom and choice bit by bit.
Remember, a wild pig is caught over time by using bait corn to draw him in.
Much as these wild pigs, our society has become so enamored by "MORE!" that we have completely lost our way. More of what? How will this affect my ability to choose for myself? Who is making the decisions for me that I have abrogated?
All good questions.
But when the ultimate goal is mindless drones who perform what a government functionary demands, you don't want people who think for themselves regardless of socioeconomic background. Rather you want everyone to be equal, everyone to be the same, everyone to be mindless.
It is no longer about using potential. It is now about channeling and squelching it.
When we actively accept the free corn as bait, we are giving away our ability to choose. We are giving away our ability to be part of those enjoying the blessings of liberty. And we are offering up our very lives to those who have set themselves up higher than all - including God Almighty - the exact same way Lucifer/Satan/The Devil did.
Let us not be coy.
Satan is our common enemy. He wears as many faces and guises as are required to destroy our souls. He dons as many popular causes as necessary to make us lose focus on what really matters. And he plants the desire for externally applied control as necessary because the true danger is to HIM. When we are free to choose, most of us will not choose him.
And he cannot have that.
So, creeping into the government is beautifully clad, sharply attired, smoothly spoken, glibly phrased force, coercion and wickedness.
It has always been this way. There is always an opposition in all things.
Free men and women will never be drones to Satan and those who serve him so long as they willingly choose to worship Almighty God and serve Christ as their Lord and Master. Those who make other arrangements for convenience sake do so at their own peril.
But it is a lesson we are slow to learn and slower to truly understand.
When we trade away our moral agency - our God-given right to choose for ourselves - we give away everything that this mortal life offers. We have indulged on the 'free corn' and become an enemy to ourselves.
And Satan laughs. He never intended we would enjoy any power in His kingdom. Ever. He never intended that we progress. He never had our best interests at heart. He only desired to make us miserable and sadly, in that event, he is a pro. And right now, though not forever, his is a column of wins.
He will enjoy his day in the light of his own supposed glory.
And then it will be over.
But if we are not around to celebrate the freedom that the ultimate win brought by the Atonement of Jesus Christ has purchased in blood, we have truly lost all.
We cannot serve God and mammon simultaneously. We can't - none of us - truly can do so. We either choose God and good, or evil and the Devil.
So before you stab your fork into the "free eggs" please ask just how free that pricetag really is?
And also ask who is really serving them behind the guise of that hairnet clad lunchroom lady...
For those who were enjoying the pretty scenery on the ride without paying close attention to the destination, we are now about to enter the era where we wrap up this earth's purpose and its creation.
We are in the last days long prophesied by those former seers who were in tune with God and by whom His pronouncements were made.
As an evidence of our moral slide into being a "victim" and a measure of the learned helplessness that leads us to be drones to a government that would own us as surely as Satan seeks to own his minions and followers, let us take an excerpt from an article from our local newspaper regarding a new policy to provide a free breakfast in the classroom:
"... every student regardless of socioeconomic background will get it."
Free Breakfast in the Classroom
Really?
I cannot see any reason for doing this. Children who are on the free federal breakfast and lunch program ALREADY receive both in a taxpayer funded program. Why does EVERY child require this. Surely there are some parents who are preparing a breakfast for their student and providing lunch for them or the money to purchase it at school?
This is NOT about helping the downtrodden as much as it is about CREATING the downtrodden. The article goes on to state bluntly that the schools receive a lot of money for having this program. So it's not so much about feeding the needy as it is about creating a "need" that may well not exist.
Let us scroll back through history a bit and see if we can connect the dots.
Every single time Satan has made himself manifest openly in ANY government, the first job is to rally the people behind a charismatic leader who spoke well and made the people giddy with excitement over the change that was to come, the hope in the new leader and the opportunity to receive much with little input.
Every single time, this is also followed closely on its heels with the creating of government programs that will "lift" the people from their present lowly estate and make them equal to the evil rich people who have trampled them and destroyed their opportunity.
Every single time, this creates a divided society where the now newly appointed and anointed "downtrodden", who prior to this largess of pig feed once considered themselves functional members of society, that loudly demand "MORE!". They aren't sure what they want more of, they just want more.
At this point, the government sends out their whispering campaign of lies. It starts as a groundswell movement that is sure to include a few good principles mingled with a great deal of very wicked freedom stealing and soul crushing ideologies that are guaranteed to destroy freedom and choice bit by bit.
Remember, a wild pig is caught over time by using bait corn to draw him in.
Much as these wild pigs, our society has become so enamored by "MORE!" that we have completely lost our way. More of what? How will this affect my ability to choose for myself? Who is making the decisions for me that I have abrogated?
All good questions.
But when the ultimate goal is mindless drones who perform what a government functionary demands, you don't want people who think for themselves regardless of socioeconomic background. Rather you want everyone to be equal, everyone to be the same, everyone to be mindless.
It is no longer about using potential. It is now about channeling and squelching it.
When we actively accept the free corn as bait, we are giving away our ability to choose. We are giving away our ability to be part of those enjoying the blessings of liberty. And we are offering up our very lives to those who have set themselves up higher than all - including God Almighty - the exact same way Lucifer/Satan/The Devil did.
Let us not be coy.
Satan is our common enemy. He wears as many faces and guises as are required to destroy our souls. He dons as many popular causes as necessary to make us lose focus on what really matters. And he plants the desire for externally applied control as necessary because the true danger is to HIM. When we are free to choose, most of us will not choose him.
And he cannot have that.
So, creeping into the government is beautifully clad, sharply attired, smoothly spoken, glibly phrased force, coercion and wickedness.
It has always been this way. There is always an opposition in all things.
Free men and women will never be drones to Satan and those who serve him so long as they willingly choose to worship Almighty God and serve Christ as their Lord and Master. Those who make other arrangements for convenience sake do so at their own peril.
But it is a lesson we are slow to learn and slower to truly understand.
When we trade away our moral agency - our God-given right to choose for ourselves - we give away everything that this mortal life offers. We have indulged on the 'free corn' and become an enemy to ourselves.
And Satan laughs. He never intended we would enjoy any power in His kingdom. Ever. He never intended that we progress. He never had our best interests at heart. He only desired to make us miserable and sadly, in that event, he is a pro. And right now, though not forever, his is a column of wins.
He will enjoy his day in the light of his own supposed glory.
And then it will be over.
But if we are not around to celebrate the freedom that the ultimate win brought by the Atonement of Jesus Christ has purchased in blood, we have truly lost all.
We cannot serve God and mammon simultaneously. We can't - none of us - truly can do so. We either choose God and good, or evil and the Devil.
So before you stab your fork into the "free eggs" please ask just how free that pricetag really is?
And also ask who is really serving them behind the guise of that hairnet clad lunchroom lady...
Students
at four county schools will receive a free breakfast delivered to their
desks through a meals program sponsored by the U.S. Department of
Agriculture.
Blue Springs, Owens, Piney Chapel elementary schools and Tanner High School will participate in the county’s pilot version of Breakfast in the Classroom, allowing students to dig into food at their desks and start the school day with a meal considered vital by nutrition experts.
The program is designed to encourage school systems to add the free meals while also helping to boost academic performance and reduce behavioral issues.
Teresa Rogers, director of the child nutrition program for Limestone County Schools, said during Tuesday’s school board meeting the county is launching the initiative on Feb. 3.
She said each of the schools approved by the USDA this spring have about 70 percent or more of its students eligible for federal free or reduced meals.
Grades K-5 at Tanner will receive the delivered breakfast, which will include pre-packaged items, juice and milk, while grades 6-12 will eat in the cafeteria.
Limestone Superintendent Dr. Tom Sisk said every student at the participating schools would receive the free breakfast.
“Every child, regardless of socioeconomic background, will get it,” Sisk said during the meeting.
Chief School Finance Officer Ann Swanner said after the meeting the program provides another source of income for a school system through federal meal reimbursements, which are measured through the number of students receiving the free breakfast daily.
Limestone school officials said Athens has two schools already participating and Decatur City Schools started the program in August. Within the first 36 days, meals served at breakfast in Decatur swelled by 24,092, or an increase of about $40,000. - See more at: http://www.enewscourier.com/local/x1022873672/Breakfast-in-the-Classroom-to-begin-at-4-county-schools#sthash.ujz3B6PB.dpuf
Blue Springs, Owens, Piney Chapel elementary schools and Tanner High School will participate in the county’s pilot version of Breakfast in the Classroom, allowing students to dig into food at their desks and start the school day with a meal considered vital by nutrition experts.
The program is designed to encourage school systems to add the free meals while also helping to boost academic performance and reduce behavioral issues.
Teresa Rogers, director of the child nutrition program for Limestone County Schools, said during Tuesday’s school board meeting the county is launching the initiative on Feb. 3.
She said each of the schools approved by the USDA this spring have about 70 percent or more of its students eligible for federal free or reduced meals.
Grades K-5 at Tanner will receive the delivered breakfast, which will include pre-packaged items, juice and milk, while grades 6-12 will eat in the cafeteria.
Limestone Superintendent Dr. Tom Sisk said every student at the participating schools would receive the free breakfast.
“Every child, regardless of socioeconomic background, will get it,” Sisk said during the meeting.
Chief School Finance Officer Ann Swanner said after the meeting the program provides another source of income for a school system through federal meal reimbursements, which are measured through the number of students receiving the free breakfast daily.
Limestone school officials said Athens has two schools already participating and Decatur City Schools started the program in August. Within the first 36 days, meals served at breakfast in Decatur swelled by 24,092, or an increase of about $40,000. - See more at: http://www.enewscourier.com/local/x1022873672/Breakfast-in-the-Classroom-to-begin-at-4-county-schools#sthash.ujz3B6PB.dpuf
Students
at four county schools will receive a free breakfast delivered to their
desks through a meals program sponsored by the U.S. Department of
Agriculture.
Blue Springs, Owens, Piney Chapel elementary schools and Tanner High School will participate in the county’s pilot version of Breakfast in the Classroom, allowing students to dig into food at their desks and start the school day with a meal considered vital by nutrition experts.
The program is designed to encourage school systems to add the free meals while also helping to boost academic performance and reduce behavioral issues.
Teresa Rogers, director of the child nutrition program for Limestone County Schools, said during Tuesday’s school board meeting the county is launching the initiative on Feb. 3.
She said each of the schools approved by the USDA this spring have about 70 percent or more of its students eligible for federal free or reduced meals.
Grades K-5 at Tanner will receive the delivered breakfast, which will include pre-packaged items, juice and milk, while grades 6-12 will eat in the cafeteria.
Limestone Superintendent Dr. Tom Sisk said every student at the participating schools would receive the free breakfast.
“Every child, regardless of socioeconomic background, will get it,” Sisk said during the meeting.
Chief School Finance Officer Ann Swanner said after the meeting the program provides another source of income for a school system through federal meal reimbursements, which are measured through the number of students receiving the free breakfast daily.
Limestone school officials said Athens has two schools already participating and Decatur City Schools started the program in August. Within the first 36 days, meals served at breakfast in Decatur swelled by 24,092, or an increase of about $40,000. - See more at: http://www.enewscourier.com/local/x1022873672/Breakfast-in-the-Classroom-to-begin-at-4-county-schools#sthash.ujz3B6PB.dpuf
Blue Springs, Owens, Piney Chapel elementary schools and Tanner High School will participate in the county’s pilot version of Breakfast in the Classroom, allowing students to dig into food at their desks and start the school day with a meal considered vital by nutrition experts.
The program is designed to encourage school systems to add the free meals while also helping to boost academic performance and reduce behavioral issues.
Teresa Rogers, director of the child nutrition program for Limestone County Schools, said during Tuesday’s school board meeting the county is launching the initiative on Feb. 3.
She said each of the schools approved by the USDA this spring have about 70 percent or more of its students eligible for federal free or reduced meals.
Grades K-5 at Tanner will receive the delivered breakfast, which will include pre-packaged items, juice and milk, while grades 6-12 will eat in the cafeteria.
Limestone Superintendent Dr. Tom Sisk said every student at the participating schools would receive the free breakfast.
“Every child, regardless of socioeconomic background, will get it,” Sisk said during the meeting.
Chief School Finance Officer Ann Swanner said after the meeting the program provides another source of income for a school system through federal meal reimbursements, which are measured through the number of students receiving the free breakfast daily.
Limestone school officials said Athens has two schools already participating and Decatur City Schools started the program in August. Within the first 36 days, meals served at breakfast in Decatur swelled by 24,092, or an increase of about $40,000. - See more at: http://www.enewscourier.com/local/x1022873672/Breakfast-in-the-Classroom-to-begin-at-4-county-schools#sthash.ujz3B6PB.dpuf
January 10, 2014
Old people smell
I'm getting there myself, so this is in no way a slam against "old people". Rather, it is a look at what reality brings to the table when we are dealing with a situation that is both difficult but necessary, but which also has moments of humor that are quite unexpected.
While sorting out things at Daddy's house as we prepare it to sell for his care in the Senior Care Center, I came across a host of office supplies and paper that I felt Xan, as a qualified teacher, would best be able to use. Paper clips, pens, pencils, copy paper, post it notes... virtually everything a classroom teacher spends personal money to purchase that the school does not provide.
I boxed up a great deal and she gathered up the rest.
Today, she told me she had to make copies and while the Xerox process was underway, she noticed a strange smell as the machine heated up and spit out the paperwork. She was using some of the copy paper from the reams she had gathered from Daddy's house.
It was that undeniable "old people smell" that just seems to permeate the home of people of a certain age. I'm not exactly sure where it comes from, what causes it, or how to rid objects of it, but sooner or later, we will ALL have that old people smell.
As she was relating this to me, I could envision a grayish, greenish cloud of dubious aroma emanating from the Xerox machine. It was scented with a combination of heated papery musty, mothball-y, mildew spore coated oldness.
Picturing this, I was laughing my head off and so was she.
We kept laughing as I attempted to squeak out "So, what did you do with the copies?", amidst guffaws.
Deadpan as she could manage, Xan said "I passed those suckers out in class!"
I looked at her unsure if she was serious, then realized she absolutely was serious. After all, free supplies or not, one does NOT waste paper, no matter what!!
Hilarity reigned and we had tears rolling down our faces as we gasped for air, snickered, snorted and giggled while slipping high fives to each other and making all sorts of unladylike noises.
I hope those kids who received those Xeroxed papers got a faint whiff of Grandma or Great Grandpa as they did their work.
It is a good reminder that one day, they too will be "old people" and they in due time will smell less like Axe Body Spray and more like an old rotten log. Less like Chanel and more like English Channel. Less Old Spice and more just plain old.
Draw in a big breath, kiddies! It builds character.
While sorting out things at Daddy's house as we prepare it to sell for his care in the Senior Care Center, I came across a host of office supplies and paper that I felt Xan, as a qualified teacher, would best be able to use. Paper clips, pens, pencils, copy paper, post it notes... virtually everything a classroom teacher spends personal money to purchase that the school does not provide.
I boxed up a great deal and she gathered up the rest.
Today, she told me she had to make copies and while the Xerox process was underway, she noticed a strange smell as the machine heated up and spit out the paperwork. She was using some of the copy paper from the reams she had gathered from Daddy's house.
It was that undeniable "old people smell" that just seems to permeate the home of people of a certain age. I'm not exactly sure where it comes from, what causes it, or how to rid objects of it, but sooner or later, we will ALL have that old people smell.
As she was relating this to me, I could envision a grayish, greenish cloud of dubious aroma emanating from the Xerox machine. It was scented with a combination of heated papery musty, mothball-y, mildew spore coated oldness.
Picturing this, I was laughing my head off and so was she.
We kept laughing as I attempted to squeak out "So, what did you do with the copies?", amidst guffaws.
Deadpan as she could manage, Xan said "I passed those suckers out in class!"
I looked at her unsure if she was serious, then realized she absolutely was serious. After all, free supplies or not, one does NOT waste paper, no matter what!!
Hilarity reigned and we had tears rolling down our faces as we gasped for air, snickered, snorted and giggled while slipping high fives to each other and making all sorts of unladylike noises.
I hope those kids who received those Xeroxed papers got a faint whiff of Grandma or Great Grandpa as they did their work.
It is a good reminder that one day, they too will be "old people" and they in due time will smell less like Axe Body Spray and more like an old rotten log. Less like Chanel and more like English Channel. Less Old Spice and more just plain old.
Draw in a big breath, kiddies! It builds character.
January 8, 2014
A blogging we will go
So, Beth sends me an email indicating that she must create a blog for an assignment for the technology class she has decided to undertake.
Undertake... undertaker... either way, you get buried in an avalanche of epic proportions that compels you to do something that you hadn't planned and likely didn't want or desire to do.
In Beth's case, she is trying to check the box for the class in the most innocuous way possible without having to reveal either her breakfast or bowel habits to the entire universe.
I completely understand.
Having been at this "keeping a blog" jazz for a little while, sometimes there is a tendency to "overshare" or to reveal things that NO ONE needs to know. EVER.
Now, the navigation between the fine line of meeting the requirement in a way that is both satisfactory but yet tantalizing enough to draw interest begins. And unlike using a GPS, this navigation is self-directed... or self-inflicted. You take your pick which.
The trick here is to put in what is relevant for a grade but say it in a way that makes reading the blog worth clicking the link to find. Otherwise, it becomes an eternal digital part of the "glurge gallery" of useless pages that are found and discarded like the metal slugs that people thought were quarters from a distance --- which analogy reminds me of a funny story about my uncle Murlin.
Back when he was a young dude in the Navy, they were on leave and he was walking down a street and spotted something round and shiny ahead of him. Since money was scarce in the war years, he bent down enough to allow his fingers to skim the ground to collect the supposed coin on the ground.
Only it wasn't a coin... it was spit. SPIT... S - P -I -T. Spit.
Fingers covered in goo that he dare not wipe on his uniform, Uncle Murlin was faced with flinging and flicking his hand to remove the offending spittle until he could wash it off at the public fountain.
Aren't you glad you read this blog?
I'm sure you can sleep better having heard that little gem of a story. And, because I am absolutely certain you are now saying to yourself "I can do a better job of writing a blog posts than this!!", I look forward to receiving your link in my inbox.
I trust that there will be no unpleasant spit incidents in your halcyon hued offerings. Happy blogging!
Undertake... undertaker... either way, you get buried in an avalanche of epic proportions that compels you to do something that you hadn't planned and likely didn't want or desire to do.
In Beth's case, she is trying to check the box for the class in the most innocuous way possible without having to reveal either her breakfast or bowel habits to the entire universe.
I completely understand.
Having been at this "keeping a blog" jazz for a little while, sometimes there is a tendency to "overshare" or to reveal things that NO ONE needs to know. EVER.
Now, the navigation between the fine line of meeting the requirement in a way that is both satisfactory but yet tantalizing enough to draw interest begins. And unlike using a GPS, this navigation is self-directed... or self-inflicted. You take your pick which.
The trick here is to put in what is relevant for a grade but say it in a way that makes reading the blog worth clicking the link to find. Otherwise, it becomes an eternal digital part of the "glurge gallery" of useless pages that are found and discarded like the metal slugs that people thought were quarters from a distance --- which analogy reminds me of a funny story about my uncle Murlin.
Back when he was a young dude in the Navy, they were on leave and he was walking down a street and spotted something round and shiny ahead of him. Since money was scarce in the war years, he bent down enough to allow his fingers to skim the ground to collect the supposed coin on the ground.
Only it wasn't a coin... it was spit. SPIT... S - P -I -T. Spit.
Fingers covered in goo that he dare not wipe on his uniform, Uncle Murlin was faced with flinging and flicking his hand to remove the offending spittle until he could wash it off at the public fountain.
Aren't you glad you read this blog?
I'm sure you can sleep better having heard that little gem of a story. And, because I am absolutely certain you are now saying to yourself "I can do a better job of writing a blog posts than this!!", I look forward to receiving your link in my inbox.
I trust that there will be no unpleasant spit incidents in your halcyon hued offerings. Happy blogging!
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