Summer Days Journalism Workshops & Mouse Ears

Ahhhhh the lazy days of summer and the hotter than the inner circle of hell Texas temperatures tempted me to just re-post my technorati article updating everyone on my training for the 3-day for the Cure. 

But no siree, Missy, we'll have none of that. I don't want anyone pulling my Texas card. Hails bails, no self-respecting Texan would admit to succumbing to the blazing temps or pawning off laziness on those triple digits. I was born in San Antonio, home of the Alamo. It's going to take a bit more than the sweltering Lone Star sun to stop this blogging.

OK, OK, OK… but it is summer and my DIs (Darling Inspirations) are all nestled in their air conditioned homes or out tanning by the pool or doing whatever it is DIs do when they're not driving me nuts or making me crazy or providing fodder for this blog.

I will be seeing 20 or so of them this summer when I spend that quality time at our annual summer workshop.  You know the one where I get to spend five fun-filled days and four worrisome nights with teenagers. Yeah, that's the one. 

Already the phone calls have been coming in with questions about this and that. Here's my favorite one so far. It's from a new staffer. (You can tell because new staffers always call me "Mrs. Richtsmeier" instead of Richie.)


Yearbook staffer… "Mrs. Richtsmeier, I was wondering if I had to attend the summer workshop."

Me… "Well, yes, why?"

Yearbook staffer… "Well, a friend of mine invited me to go to Disney World and it's during the same time as the workshop, and I was wondering if there was any way I could go."

Me… "Really? Disney World? Hmmmmmm. I don't know. Disney World or the journalism workshop. Disney World or the journalism workshop. Disney World or the journalism workshop. I don't know why you wouldn't want to go to the workshop instead of Disney World. The workshop is so-o-o-o much more fun…"

Yearbook staffer sounding a tad bit puzzled… "Oh…"

Me… "Are you kidding me? Go to Disney World…"
But blast it all, I forgot to tell her to pick me up some mouse ears.