Poor little bloggy, being ignored again. However, the good news is (if there can indeed be good news in a case of an innocent blog being left to its own devices due to a lack of time on the writer's part) I have an excuse. A legitimate one. You see, my parents have been gone for the past week - they occasionally do that. Just go on vacation and leave us home, all on our lonesome. That being said, I have been a very busy bee. Very busy indeed. Their absence meant I got to play poor, exhausted, sleep-deprived college student/carpool driver/brand-spanking new Bennion Craft employee/long-time Gold's Gym employee/strict, rule following and implementing parent/fun sister. Quite a handful. Add to that the stress of doing homework, keeping the house clean, and maintaining the peace - yeah. Quite a week. And at the end of that week, I can look back and say, "Dang. I am glad I don't have to that all the time."
And I am glad I don't have to do that all the time. It was crazy. Seriously crazy. But even crazier is the fact that when my parents got home last night, I wasn't excited that they would be back to do dishes and remember to turn off the lights and lock the doors before bed. Though, yeah, I'm really happy about that too. The thing I was most excited about was being able to talk to them again. I mean, we had a few phone calls and stuff, but it isn't the same, you know? I was just happy they were back because they're my friends. I'm happy my Mom can carpool with me to Weber again, because we have some super fun conversations on our way to and from Ogden. I'm happy my Dad can quote King of Queens and do the Safety Dance with me.
This being November, I decided it would be appropriate to express my gratitude to my fantastic parents for everything they do for me, and how much I love them. They really are the best. And they are so much more than people to do the dishes and check the locks. They're, dare I say it, fun. Yeah. I have fun parents. And that is just about the coolest thing in the world. I totally don't mind spending a night at home, watching Megamind and playing nertz with my Mom and Dad. They are just that cool. And they're my friends. Cliche? Maybe. But true just the same. I tell them everything. Just as much as I tell my closest friends. I love that we have a relationship where it's okay to talk about things. I just love them. And I'm so happy they're back.
I am [OFFICIALLY] grateful for my parents.
PS - Here's a little sneak preview of what's to come ... Just because I think it's a fantastic idea, but it's not December yet, and it's killing me that I can't just write this post now.
The Classic Christmas Brag Letter. Supposedly, it's an update on the family. But we all know what it really is. A letter of bragging, detailing all the accomplishments and talents of the family, in a very extreme and might I say boastful fashion. You know the kind. Jimmy is all grown up and off at college, maintaining a 4.0 GPA, and would you believe it, he's the captain of the tennis team! He's also started his own service organization that turns trash into scarves and mittens, which he delivers to the needy in our area. What a great kid! Sabrina is something of a musical prodigy. Only six years old, and she's already written her first symphony! She's also taken up horseback riding and knitting. Of course, she's a genius at both! Poopsie had a litter of beautiful healthy puppies, and we couldn't be happier! This year for Christmas we'll be taking a trip to a small, third world county, where we'll be doing charity work! We can't wait to leave! Make a note of the overuse of exclamation points. No one is this happy. Or perfect. Get real. And of course, this non-specific example is much shorter than a real one. Those babies blather on for pages.
When the Brag Letters start rolling in, me and my fam can't help but laugh at them. No offense. If you are brag letter people, that's fantastic. We are happy for you. But come on now! They're so funny! They make the families sound like peaches and cream, all day, all the time. And we all know it doesn't work that way. Me and my dad have always joked about writing a realistic brag letter. One that shows the good, the bad, and the ugly. Send that out to the neighbors and distant relatives, I'm sure they'll get a kick out of it. If not losing a little respect for you in the process. But this year I decided, what the heck! I'm going to write my very own Brag Letter. A real one. So I guess it's not so much a Brag Letter as a Real Letter. But Brag Letter is more fun to say, so we'll go with that.
Get ready guys. This is going to be good.
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