The American Heritage Dictionary of Idioms defines “la la land” as: The state of being out of touch with reality.
The name of my blog is somewhat ambiguous. One reason is literal and one is sarcastic.
The literal reason is because I am constantly reading and it is usually fiction. Therefore, my mind is not usually in the real world. I am perhaps traveling the countryside during pre-Revolutionary war or perhaps falling in love with a Regency rake right along with the heroine. Don’t get me wrong; I take care of my children and a spot of housework as well as get to the gym every day except Sunday. However, while trying to deal with the insaneness of raising kids, reading keeps me sane throughout the day. It is my equivalent of taking 10 deep breaths to calm the nerves before I rip my children because they left their shoes in front of the door for the 400th time instead of walking 2 feet further and putting them in the closet bin. My trips to la-la land usually happen while doing cardio at the gym (I am one of those people who can run, walk, sit in the car while reading without getting motion sickness), sitting at one of the children’s athletic practices, or, much to my husband’s chagrin, at night after kids go to bed.
The sarcastic reason is because of the city I live in and the community that surrounds me. I will talk about it in future posts and it will all be in humor with an underlying current of contempt. Let me explain further. I live in an affordable yet affluent suburb of Kansas City. Affordable and affluent seems contradictory, right? The cost of living here is sick compared to places like Denver and Minneapolis. There are plenty of parks, recreation programs, as well as two professional sports teams that you can practically watch for free because people are dumping tickets left and right. The affluent part of this equation is where it gets tricky. We are affluent but yet not. It is all about appearances. People appear affluent but if you looked inside their homes, you might find entire rooms without furniture or they are so deep in debt they can’t peek their little turned up noses over the piles of bills they have. There are days when I look at them and feel pity and then there are days where I feel like slapping them, hoping to dislodge the common sense that has obviously gotten stuck.
In conclusion, the things I say about La-La Land might be about what I am currently reading, writing, or just plain dealing with in my everyday life. Might be funny. Might be sad. Might just be gibberish. You will just have to visit me and maybe you will enjoy La-La Land, too!
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