What the World Needs Now is More Cookies

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Dude, seriously, this is not how I planned it.  Maybe other people who work in Corporate America think the same thing. Or heck, maybe they love it.  Maybe they sit in meetings and get all pumped up, all “We can do it!  We’re the coolest! Ya!  We got the scoreboard, ya we do, we got the scoreboard, how bout YOU!?”  But I’m just saying, for me at least, this is not how I envisioned my adult working life, when I was a dreamy, hope-filled kid, who didn’t understand about money and bills.  Geez, I was gonna have a house with a cool porch and spend all day drawing, reading, writing and eating cookies.  How I would buy the cookies, I have no idea.  Maybe it wasn’t even my house in the fantasy, since I’d not be making a mortgage payment on drawings and cookie-eating, and I didn’t see the fantasy through to the part where I get arrested for trespassing.  Back to the cookies – I don’t eat very many cookies these days, not whole bags of Distinctive Bordeaux all by myself like I used to in college.  By the way, I just went to the Pepperidge Farm website (cookie gateway) to see how to spell Bordeaux; don’t go there if you are craving cookies.  They do good work over there at the Pepperidge Farm, and their site is beautiful, scenic, full of dancing cookies. Mmmm. 

Former congresswoman Barbara Jordan said, “Think what a better world it would be if we all, the whole world, had cookies and milk about three o’clock every afternoon and then lay down on our blankets for a nap.”  A politician with a cookie platform – I mean, who can’t get behind that?  And that sounds very nice, cookies and milk and nap.  Course, would we all share our blankets?  Probably not.  Heck, no one could do that at Lilith Fair, and we were all supposed to be a group of music-loving peaceniks.  

Short post, I should be writing my essay, entitled, “Why I Want to Teach Your Children and How I Promise Not to Taint Them With My Semi-Crazy World Views,” or something close to that, to submit to the UNR grad school people.  My opening line so far on Draft 2 is “This essay tanks…” so I feel pretty inspired by my own confidence. 

But hey, check this out:  “Hello world, here’s the song that we’re singin’, c’mon get happy!”

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