glarphb bloaghh…
No, that is not the name of my new Ikea end table or a traditional Swedish hot toddy. It sounds good though. Mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles, and rascally teenagers would gather round the yule log on the shortest day of the year drinking copious amounts of glarpgh bloaghh whilst spinning yarns about the good old days when they had enough glarphb bloaghh for three villages and their goats. They’d tell stories about their favorite family reindeer Sven and how one year he saved the entire village from a fire by running from house to house and bleating incessantly.
I once saw a special on the Travel Channel about Sweden and it showed this guy skiing behind a reindeer. The reindeer pulled him along like it had done this a million times. I once asked a Swede if this was a common mode of transportation. He said no, but that people do ski behind cars. Hmmm…
As for me, my grandmother is Swedish and I have faint memories of my cousins dressing up in Santa Lucia costumes and singing Christmas carols in Swedish. I was so jealous. What little girl didn’t want to dress up as an angel with a crown of candles and pass out dinner rolls to her family?
Okay, so I obviously don’t know anything about Sweden or traditional winter beverages but I do know that glarphb bloaghh expresses the speed of my brain as I try to do my accounting homework. My mind is stuck in neutral. The engine will not turn over. Nothing is happening. Now, if my accounting homework involved analyzing the income statement for the main glarphb bloaghh producer in all of Sweden, well then I’d be all over that. However, it is about stock options and Microsoft and I’m just not that into it. My mind is in slug mode and I need to get it up to Nascar speed if I want to do well on my finals in two weeks.
In other news, it snowed last night and today. I don’t think they’ll cancel school tomorrow though.