Today: Have a happy Monday

Mondays get a bad rap.

In college, we invented Monday Night Club to kick off the week with a little fun and festivity.  In college, I didn’t have adult responsibilities that precluded me from being over-served on a weeknight.  In hindsight, those late nights with good friends may have done more good than I intended.  I came up with some pretty incredible ideas for the week ahead on those bus rides back to campus.

I had medieval French lit at 9 o’clock on Tuesday mornings.  For my final, as Kristine will remember well, I made puppets that resembled figures from an illuminated manuscript.  I sat under my professor’s desk and the puppets acted out some weird play (in French) atop the desk for my bored and boring classmates.  I got an A, so while it was great for my grade point average, it did nothing for my reputation as a normal human.  Then again, most normal humans are not French majors.  I guess it’s all relative.

Speaking of things medieval (if you consider the 19th century “medieval”, which would make you… wrong) and Mondays, the following nursery rhyme (published in 1838) explains why I am so darn good looking:

Monday’s child is fair of face,

Tuesday’s child is full of grace,

Wednesday’s child is full of woe,

Thursday’s child has far to go,

Friday’s child is loving and giving,

Saturday’s child works hard for a living,

But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day

Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.

From now on**, instead of grumbling about the week ahead, I will celebrate Mondays as the day I was born… and the day I decided to make French-speaking puppets.

Also On Tap for Today:

• Unpack a little, repack a lot.
• Take a bite out of Shark Week 2009, raaaaaaaaaa!
• Shake it in Zumba will Hilary

Were you born on Wednesday?  Woe is you.  [Not sure what day you were born?  Click here.]  How do you adjust your attitude on Mondays?  Thoughts about puppets?

[Monday’s Child lyrics from (shock!)  www.wikipedia.org]

**Let’s see how long this lasts.