1. Guilderland is a cool word to repeat many times over. Guilderlandguilderlandguilderland – try it. It sounds faintly Ozish and makes me think of chocolate.
2. Guilderland is where my gr-gr-grandmother grew up. Her name was Maria Margaret Fredendall and she married a guy name John Halse. If she hadn’t, I would not be typing this. Thanks, dead ancestors.
3. Guilderland has a high school filled with very cool students and English teachers and a couple of amazing librarians. The public library has a YA librarian named Trevor who is one of my heroes for defending YA literature and is a crazy NASCAR fan.
Those are the reasons I like it here.
I battled this stupid cold all day and still the Guilderlanders were nice to me. Most of the time I felt like I was trying to talk through a large marshmallow taped to my face. This was not a bad hair day. It was a bad face day – my eyes looked like something from an icky Halloween costume and my sinuses were filled with concrete. But nobody ran away screaming at the sight of me because they raise their kids right in fair Guilderland.
The fact that I am obsessing with the name of a small town outside Schenectady proves that I need to go to bed right now, even if it is only 6:24pm. I am the lamest weenie in the world. The lamest weenie with a stuffed nose.