It's a blog revival, apparently. I find myself missing my old schedule of posts. I always knew what I would be posting on certain days and that's a good thing for a blogger like me. I need that.
Mondays used to be my favorite. There was a guy named Mo who made up a meme called Manic Monday. For this meme, Mo would choose a random word every Monday and then everyone who played would write whatever they wanted that included that random word.
I am missing this every Monday, not only because I haven't been blogging, but because Mo stopped doing his meme. His heart wasn't in it anymore, which I can certainly relate to. I now have no Manic Monday to turn to. :(
So, I've decided that I'll just pick my own random word for the Mondays that I blog. I'll aim for getting something regular going, but this blog revival might be a slowish process, or maybe I'm just going to jump right in and blog a lot like the old days??.... who knows.
Anyway, I am using a random word generator website, so I won't try to cheat.
And today's random word is
I remember walking to school as a kid with my little sister. We were often late in getting out the door so we would be in a hurry as we walked. (ME late? Yes, I know it's shocking to imagine, but I am late sometimes in my life) My dear, sweet Lacy was a dilly-dallying kind of girl sometimes (a lot of times) and she just didn't seem to feel the stress I did about getting to school on time. Lacy would often lag behind a little and drag her feet stating that she was too tired to hurry.
Like any good big sister, if she lagged behind I simply punched her in the face.
When my cute little Lacy would lag (Clancy likes alliteration), I would make up games to try to get her to hurry, because, let's face it, getting mad at her just made her mad back and that would make her move even slower.
Two games are prominent in my memory. One, I would tell her to RUN! She didn't like that very much so I would tell her I'd pull her for a minute and then she could pull me for a minute. Really what we'd do is hold hands and I would pull her foward in a run and when she reached the length of our holding hands arm span she would pull me forward, running all the while. Then I'd pull her again and she'd pull me and we'd run in that disjointed fashion and make it there faster.
The second game I really remember well was so silly. I'm just embarrassed to even write it. In our tardy moments, I tell Lacy to pretend that Dr. Harding, our principal, was the king of our school and Pat, the secretary, was the queen. If we got there after the bell then we, the lowly servants, would be punished for our crime and get our heads chopped off. She knew it was pretend, but it always made us hurry just a little faster.
And that's it for today's Missing Manic Monday post... for now... I'm literally falling asleep as I type. Maybe I'll add more to the post later, or maybe I'll be correcting the typos I've missed while editing. Just now, as I woke with a jerk sitting up in my computer chair, I was having a dream about laying sandstone rocks on our new patio instead of editing this post. Pretty soon I'll be drooling.
So, forgive the mistakes. I'll make it right later. Or not.