I’m warning you now. This has nothing to do with teaching. Or clipart. Or fonts. It has a little bit to do with blogging. But just a bit. And seeing as how I’m still on vacation, I have no school stories to tell you. I also can’t tell you how tired I am because I’m not. I’m still on vacation.
People, I just have to talk about The Bachelor.
And here’s where the blogging part comes in.
I have to talk about that Bachelorette Blogger that I was so excited about because I felt as if I could identify with her. (yes, I’m shuddering NOW but at the time, I didn’t KNOW. I DIDN’T KNOW!)
When they play the little packages to introduce some of the women, I always find myself wondering what they might film ME doing (yes, I know I’m married and I’m not even entertaining the idea of anything — I just tend to get carried away and make everything about myself). So BIG GAME HUNTER CHICK does not resonate with me. Neither does RIDES HORSES ALL DAY LONG AND STILL LOOKS GOOD IN THAT LITTLE HAT. I start to panic. What would they film ME doing? I don’t do ANYTHING.
We meet BLOGGER CHICK. Yes! She’s there to represent us! This is great! THIS is what they could film me doing. YES!
If only I had known.
People, what is wrong with her? It’s the FIRST NIGHT. What can you possibly be crying about? How can you really be involved in drama on the first night?
I feel so let down.
But, all in all, I welcomed the drama. The hats, sashes, grandmas, rappers, soccer players, breath spray . . .
And Ben? Well, I think he’s a little awkward. And I wished he had helped some of the girls out when they were nervous and tongue tied and didn’t know what to say. Because that was really uncomfortable to watch.
Also, did you notice all of the things they filmed Ben doing? Sifting through the soil (reaping the rewards of his labor), playing the piano (so lovingly), standing on a bridge (gazing longingly at . . . well, I don’t know what) and kayaking (maybe it was canoeing. I have no idea). I think we’re supposed to think he is a well rounded man. With a tan. And the sun is always shining on him.
Holy dignity. I wish I could say that’s it. I’m done. No more.
But I can’t.
I’ll be watching every episode. And I’ll worry about BLOGGER CHICK.
Okay, I promise never to do this again.
This is a teaching blog.
Just not today.
Okay, thanks. 🙂