Last one on the Bandwagon

I'm always the last one to jump on the bandwagon. I think it stems from my childhood. My parents had this phobia of fads. When I say "parents" I mean my dad. My mom just followed his lead like a good wife should. : )

For example, we were never allowed to own Beanie Babies until they were no longer cool. My dad could not fathom why anyone would even think of spending money on a piece of cloth filled with beans. So, while all the other kids were anxiously waiting in line outside of flowershops, my brothers and I were stuck playing with boring toys like Barbies and G.I. Joes.

Because my father is the third greatest man to walk the face of the earth (Jesus and my husband, Ben, take 1st and 2nd place respectively), I tend to follow his avoidance of fads. I usually buy clothes that stay somewhat in style for a few years. I did not choose blue and brown for my wedding colors. I did not major in international business or marketing. I still haven't seen The Notebook. I haven't joined Twitter. I didn't start seriously blogging until, well, now.

I tried blogging once or twice, but it just never worked for me. I always obsessed over my grammar and syntax because I majored in English. After reading blogs for the past year, I've decided that I can't keep my thoughts to myself any longer. The Facebook status bar only allows 420 characters. I have so much more to say than that.

Thus, One Bright Day in the Middle of the Night was born.

Where did I get this title you ask? Well, one of the reasons I've avoided blogging is the title part intimidated me. Every other blog I've read has these mega-creative titles. I'm not mega-creative. I'm great at copying others. I decided a title composed of nonsense words would best fit my blog. So, I did what any good teacher would do. I googled "nonsense words." This, of course, led me to my secret favorite website, Wikipedia. What? But you're a teacher. Teachers tell their students that Wikipedia is full of lies. We just say that because our teachers told us the same thing. We use it secretly.

Anyways, this lovely poem popped up in my search:

One bright day in the middle of the night,

Two dead boys got up to fight.

Back-to-back they faced one another,

Drew their swords and shot each other.

One was blind and the other couldn't see,

So they chose a dummy for a referee.

A blind man went to see fair play,

A dumb man went to shout "hooray!"

A deaf policeman heard the noise,

And came and shot the two dead boys.

A paralyzed donkey walking by,

Kicked the copper in the eye,

Sent him through a nine inch wall,

Into a dry ditch and drowned them all.

(If you don't believe this lie is true,

Ask the blind man -- he saw it too!)

--Anonymous

My dad used to recite this all the time, so I figured it would be a fitting title. So, there you have it folks. My new blog. I hope it works this time.