I am going to try to start something new. Life has been pretty busy lately so writing has been getting pushed to the wayside. I thought maybe if I gave myself some sort of writing deadline that is expected every week, I might actually do it. Probably not.
The success of this “series” also depends on how much you care about my weekend. Which, if I had a guess, would probably be very little. So this is pretty much doomed to fail from the beginning. Much like when I first decide to start trying to grow a beard. Though there has been speculation that my beard has magical powers, so maybe this will be magical too. Probably not.
Ok, so I was flipping through morning radio shows this morning on my way to work (now that I have a one hour commute, I get to hear a lot of morning radio shows, yay!) and the four hosts were having their weekly Monday morning competition to see who had the best weekend. They all give brief summaries then allow people to go to their website and vote. The winner gets the satisfaction of everyone else being losers.
In their format, the deejays are competing against each other. In my format, there is no way I can lose. So even if I have the worst weekend ever, at least I know I will win something. Really, this whole thing could be a ploy to make me feel better about my life.
However, I did think about taking on competitors. It could work like this: you post about your weekend on your site on Monday morning then send me the link. Every Monday, I’ll compile the links and let everyone vote. Anyone is eligible, just send me a link. The winner will be deemed the one who had the best weekend in all the internet. Or something like that. Because technically, anyone on the internet had the chance to participate. If it catches on we can come up with a better title.
I will go today and figure to win by a landslide since no one else knew about it before right now. Home field advantage. Although, I guess someone could whip something up and send it to me if they’re feeling lucky.
John had a stomach virus on Tuesday. Ada got the stomach virus starting Thursday night, so we were all pretty worn out. LB, Ada, and I all fell asleep at about 7pm while doing Ada’s bedtime routine. LB and I woke up around 8 and ended up watching several episodes of TLC’s What Not to Wear that LB had DVRed.
Was interrupted during the SEC Championship game by our town’s Christmas parade running about a block away from our house. Ada wanted to go see it, but LB was at a baby shower so I had the kids by myself and John was already asleep. I thought about setting up the baby monitor then putting the house phone right beside it and calling it with my cell while on speaker phone so it would be like a travelling baby monitor. But then remembered Ada had been sick so I probably shouldn’t get her out in the cold. Excellent parenting decisions all around on my part, I believe.
Though Ada was pretty persistent about going so, as I told twitter, I ended up telling her that all the sirens were just because the fire trucks were on the way to a really huge fire. They just weren’t in a very big hurry. And the local high school marching bands were there to play inspirational music.
Found out that Alabama will be going to the BCS National Championship Game! Roll Tide!
There you have it.
If anyone thinks they can beat my weekend filled with a vomiting Ada, watching TLC’s What Not to Wear, lying to my sick daughter to get out of going to the Christmas parade, watching the Falcons lose thus losing a bet, and finding out my NCAA team of choice is getting a chance to play for the national championship, send me the link and will become fierce rivals. If not, sleep well tonight knowing my weekend was better than yours.
For now you are rating the awesomeness of my weekend. If I get a challenger, we will switch the voting to simply who had a better weekend, them or me. So for now, we are going with the 5 star rating system, where 5 stars equals Awesome and 1 star equals the opposite of that.
How was your weekend?
PS. I will definitely post answers to your questions this week. Pinky swear.