Blog Challenge

The challenge has been made.  Use the word “hobbledehoy” in a blog post.  Jedijawa used the cheap, easy way.  Me, I’ll use hobbledehoy more than once, legitimately.

My younger son is 18 and only just earned his driver’s license last week.  He is learning the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat as he takes off on his own around the valley.  Today, after putting in job applications in the Kanawha City area, he failed to get into the proper lane on the Turnpike and headed south on I-64/77.  He didn’t listen when I told him to take the Marmet exit if that happens and for gods’ sake get off at Chelyan as a last resort.  So, today, he blows it.  He ends up at the toll booths with no cash and no clue.  [ROFLMAO]

So, the toll taker gives him a break and a “free pass” for a u-turn to get him headed back in the right direction.  Only, he misses the Sharon exit [which he could have used to come home but doesn’t know that yet] and ends up at the next chance to exit and return, at Paint Creek.

So, the definition of hobbledehoy is supposed to be:

A hobbledehoy (from an old Scots word) is an awkward rustic adolescent boy or teenager. A hobbledehoy is naïve, gawky, and shy around women. He is neither a boy nor a man, and so is also called a halfling.

While I won’t go into his lock-jaw syndrome around young ladies his age, today’s little excursion is just the tip of the iceberg where his goof-ball, dorky and fine example of Kanawha County’s education system is concerned.  The only saving grace he has … he’s a good-looking boy.  [Gets that from his mom!] 

Ok Spike!  Give me five.