Postaday? What was I thinking?

When you see pictures like this on my blog, it usually signifies that what follows is not much more than new-agey self discovery crap

So…this is my blog…do I still have one? Remember me?  There is a tree falling in the forest right now, can anyone hear it?  How many days has it been since I’ve posted something?  How many days since said blog has had one measly click?????  How many question marks are allowed in one paragraph?

Since my last post, I have had all kinds of super neato keen ideas for writing cool junk that I forgot before I wrote it down somewhere.  I fear the great unwashed will suffer for my failure to adhere my perfectly manicured nails to keyboard, and I apologize.   You won’t get to hear all about the wacky stuff that has happened in Hooterville  the last few days, no funny ha ha puppy shenanigans, no newlywed tips or mom’s recipes.  Woe is you.  There is something to be said for writing it down before you forget it, especially if you think it’s something good.

I forgot when I started this, and so naively jumped on the Post a day bandwagon, that I have a lot of stuff going on in my life right now.  Alotta lot.  Well, not really, but even though I do very little work at my job, I am required by “The Man” to be there from 8 am to 6 pm on a rather regular basis.  I also have a new husband and new puppy to dote on and fawn over–in that order.  –And no, they don’t demand it, it’s just my favorite thing to do, because I am a sappy nerd at heart. Every so often, I also try to clean the house a little so I won’t be seen on Hoarders, cook an occasional meal, and strive to keep my laundry April Fresh. Sometimes,  a grown up child will come over for a visit.  But, that does take a lot of whining and pleading on my part, and who has time for that?

Whew!  That’s a lot to do for someone as lazy as myself.  And don’t forget, I have many Olympic events to catch up on when I arrive home from work as well.–DAMMIT!-I even had something I wanted to write about the Lympics-  It would have gone something like this:

-Why run 26 miles for a medal, when you could just throw a really heavy ball and be done with it?  Why go to so much trouble???  One Gold Medal spends the same as the rest doesn’t it?  It isn’t worth more just because you had to work harder for it than the heavy ball throwing guy, is it?

For those of you who have carved out the time to write something on a daily basis, I salute you.    For those of you who actually write for a living, and don’t have to spend your days doing something you don’t enjoy, I applaud you, and am totally jealous.

I saw a commercial the other night that used the typical- Man is an idiot, who can only be saved from himself by his all knowing and long suffering wife-formula.   I really hate those.  That has got to be some sort of reverse sexism.  According to the geniuses in marketing, the American male is a moron.  I’ve seen dozens of ads like this if not more.  They are an insult to men to say the least, and if they did that to women, we wouldn’t stand for it.  Come on guys,  step up and show Madison Avenue that you’re not just a drooling horde of goons in search of your next meal or sexual conquest.

No this wasn’t meant to be a rant about men in commercials.  Sorry. Now where was I going with this?  Oh, yeah—In the commercial, Husband was having some sort of mid life crisis.  He wanted to start wearing skinny jeans, get a tattoo, and do all sorts of crazy stuff that just had Wife rolling her eyes.  And then he said the words “Can I quit my job and write a blog?”–Of course, she shot that dream down in a split second, but it just made me die inside a teeny weeny bit.  😦

Can I quit MY job and write a blog?     Plllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaassssseee???????????

 What do you mean, “NO”???  Does what I make really even matter to our total bottom line?  My creativity is withering on the vine, while my teeming horde of fans is wondering why they haven’t heard anything from me since Wednesday (and in truth I thought it was Friday)–pithy or otherwise!

 

Ahhh……scraping a little deeper for deep thoughts.

 

I must interrupt myself here and say that I wasn’t asking anyone these questions but myself.  While my darling husband does encourage everything I want to do, no matter how dumb it is-like I’ve said before-he too, appreciates the value of a dollar, as well as  food, shelter, heat-, and all of those other things we have become spoiled about.  Lousy Americans, we really want the best of everything, don’t we?  So if he wins the Powerball, I will quit my job and spend my days writing and/or sewing the latest fashions!   Until such time, dear readers, you must bear with me, as I struggle to find a few minutes here and there to unload my meandering Midwestern wisdom on you.

At this time, I refuse to remove the Postaday banner from my page.  The Postaday Police have yet to knock on my door and demand pages for the days I was absent, so I’ll leave it there until someone MAKES me take it down.  Perhaps it will inspire me, or at the very least, shame me into writing something,..you’re so pathetic

So, to those of you who will read this, thanks for taking time out of your busy day to do so.  Especially those of you who write, as it is an honor to be read by you.  Please don’t give up on me, I haven’t quite hit my stride–You can’t bail on me yet–I haven’t shared my recipe for Chicken Glue, or revealed my secret crush or given you my list for Top Ten things not to do at your own wedding, so hang on just a little while longer.  I hope it will be worth the wait.  —

I invite anyone to share their experiences in finding ample time to write–Thanks !

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