Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Crossing Over

Mrs. Hillbilly Mom is at a crossroads, my friends. She has slowed down to almost a stop, what with her screeching brakes installed by HH, and is looking carefully to the left, right, then left again before deciding if she is going to cross this bridge that she has come to. Should she continue blogging, or board up the Mansion and move to the real world? Here now! Don't all of you shout out at once! This is not a ploy to garner compliments from my multitude of readers. Laws, NO! M-O-O-N. That spells, "I do not have self-esteem issues that require validation of my talents." I have been quite entertained by my little Mansion for the past 3 years. It's a place where I can let my warped sense of humor ooze out of my brittle funny bone. But there comes a time when all good things must end.

The new school year is approaching at the speed of a newly-licensed driver with a car full of cronies. I will be teaching two new classes this year, after just pulling together five new classes last year. My student load will increase three-fold. I foresee another year of staying after school for an extra hour every day. I will have a different kind of student, a random sampling, a cross-section, if you will. That means some of them will have parents who care about what is going on at school.

Even though I have never used my Mansion as a town meeting to discuss my employment agenda, I am afraid that any random person may decide that I am indeed a witch in need of burning. My paranoia may lessen if I abandon my Mansion, perhaps even commit an act of arson. Time permitting, I could build a new Mansion, in a new neighborhood, and start afresh, with a brand spankin' new identity issued by the Bureau of Blogger Protection. A Mansion where, umm...nothing much ever happens.

I'm not sure what I'm going to do. I have a couple weeks to figure it out. I'll post a 'condemned' sign on the Mansion before I make a move. You know how it goes. No forwarding address. But I can be tracked by the return address on my letters. If you know what I mean.

Just sayin'...if I disappear, don't call out that woman with the dog who used to find dead people's bones every time she was called out on a case. Because she was throwing down bones left and right, and I wouldn't want anyone to think I had 11 toes or anything.


Cazzie!!! said...

Wishing the new school year was approaching here. It would mean my Mia would be going to attend school!

Mean Teacher said...

Don't do it. If you do, you'll suddenly have no outlet, and then when you come back you will never feel the same about it because you'll not only still be worried that perhaps you should be focusing more on the real world, but you'll also be afraid that people think it was a ploy for you to have your talents validated or whatever when really it's just that you realized you do this for reasons that are better than they seem.

Or at least that has been my experience.

Stewed Hamm said...

I think you've done a solid job of keeping to the Blogger Protection Program, especially as regards the names of the dramatis personae. If you're concerned about being able to blog regularly, I can understand... however, I think most of the visitors to the Mansion would prefer an occasional visit, rather than none at all.

M-O-O-N. (That spells "don't torch the blog again!")

MrsCoach2U said...

Weird ain't it how I mentioned this very topic yesterday. Hillbilly minds thinking alike and we don't even share the same DNA who would have thought it? Maybe I should go speak to my Mom about her sordid past after all. Anyway, move the mansion again but don't board it up, we (ok I) need you to blog. Even though it's all about you, it's really about me too!!!!!!

Hillbilly Mom said...

Both my kids were excited to start school their first year. The bigger one still is, the younger one decided he could do without it. If I would let him, which of course I won't.

I am worried about not being able to release the crazy when PEOPLE PISS ME OFF. I notice that you didn't stay away for long. If I can cover my tracks, maybe I'll reincarnate myself.

It's a small town. Even though I don't name names, if someone I worked with stumbled on it, they could recognize situations and raise a ruckus. Your are doing quite well in learning M-O-O-Nspeak.

It must be a cheese connection. You give it away, I eat it. And cut it. Oops! TMI?

Redneck. Diva. said...

Fitty would find you no matter where you went, so go ahead and try to disappear. We - I mean he - will always know where you are.

Hillbilly Mom said...

My next reincarnation may be as a nerdy student band director with big hair.