First, let me just say: only one of you is up for the cardboard box oven challenge?
Brak, braaaak, brak, brak brak. Umm, that would be me typing a chicken noise, not misspelling a presidential candidate’s name.
Anyway, if you don’t know what I’m talking about then go read my last post (towards the end if you don’t want to wade through the whole thing). Meanwhile, I’ll plan to share our adventures in cardboard box baking next week, and everybody be on the lookout for Nicki to do the same at some point. Yay Nicki!
But, other than getting you all to cook in a cardboard box and post pictures on your blogs, do you know what I really want? Really, really want? Kinda?
No, okay, really?
I want to go to Summer School in Forks. Registration isn’t open yet, but they have put out a call for proposals. How nerdy am I? I would love to present a paper or do a panel discussion on religious themes in the Twilight series. Or maybe something examining the concept and treatment of authority as presented in the books.
But mostly? I just want to buy Forks, WA souvenirs and go on the bon fire field trip down in La Push and, you know, just be able to say, “I’ve been there.”
Chances of it happening? About zero. I told McH his Christmas present to me could be the needed cash and a promise of the needed time to go. Of course, we’d already decided no Christmas presents for each other this year since he got Rude the Dog for himself and an iTouch for my birthday present.
Then there is the whole issue of his family’s family reunion in Chicago next summer, which I believe is supposed to take place around the same time as the Summer School. But, really? I have no idea because people keep changing the dates. And? Right now? Half of them are all mad at each other anyway. I know by June it will have all blown over, but then another half will be mad. That’s just the way it seems to go. We usually do a good job of staying out of all that, but this time we seem to have been dragged into the latest fray. Whatever. Can I just say, one of the great disadvantages of always trying be kind and accommodating is that people get in the habit of walking all over you and treating you like dirt? Yes, it’s true.
But that has nothing to do with Summer School in Forks, and my chance to go to the prom and discuss the merits and failings of a book series which, rationally or not, has captivated a good portion of our society. It has nothing to do with the possible opportunity of participating in an open forum in which I could openly wonder why, why, why, why, why?!?! are many women who should be overjoyed (based on their own beliefs) that their daughters are enthralled with books that promote abstinence before marriage instead vehemently opposed to said books because the characters are hanging out in the bedroom talking? Okay, and making out a bit.
It makes me wonder if these women never made out with a boy before they got married? Poor, poor, sad, sad women.
Anyway, if any of you are so inclined and able to go to Summer School in Forks, you know, could you pick me up a souvenir?