Friends, friends, friends, what has become of me? I'm getting dangerously close to writing a weekly blog now. Tell me, what happened to that commitment I made to get something down in writing every day?? What happened to all the good I was going to do in the world by keeping humanity apprised of raging bulls, mystery locales, and frequent updates about what my cats are doing right this very second (stalking the food bowls)? What the h-e-double-toothpicks happened to my conviction, for heaven's sakes?! And my follow-through, I also seem to have lost that.
Perhaps it's because my mum is coming for a visit this week (yay! very exciting!). Or maybe I'm all sideways because Nanowrimo, that swirling 30 day maelstrom of crap writing, is mere days away and I haven't so much as blinked at an outline for my story (or perhaps I should say, what story?) Maybe I'm not writing in anticipation of all the writing I'm going to do. I've thought of nothing interesting to do for my mother's visit, either, so at least this inability to plan, organize and manage my life is pervasive and not just blog-focused. Wait, should I be happy about that?
To pass along a quote my sister bestowed upon me some years ago, "Oh, well..." I could brood over it and renew my promise to Do Better, I could pick my selves up by our bootstraps and carry on, or I could bang out the truth here and just say sorry, this is who I am these days. I really do hope we can still be friends.
Happy news, though, I've got something up my sleeve that has such a high laugh-out-loud rating that I think you'll forgive me. Do make sure you've peed first, though, just as a precaution. Let me assure you that even though this is animated, IT IS TRUE. I know this because it happens at my house every morning. Just watch:
8 comments:
even with the best of intentions, Life just keeps Lifing.damn. Sometimes with scarcity there's richness...(visualize a heart)
have you tried vertigo?
Noooooo, Mr. Widdle Max, Moi's kitty boyfriend, does so NOT wake you up like that in the a.m.s? Baaaaad kitty, bad. (But I can so picture Fifi La Deaux with a bat.)
Bad Wicked, bad, for keeping readers waiting. And prompting AJ to make yet another mysterious, impenetrable comment.
I've got a blog-esque statement. I'm really sick right now and have been since Thursday night. I'm hacking my organs out!
a mysterious, impenetrable comment?....WOO HOO!!!
and for zak, who has a nasty cough (if i understand his terminology correctly): didn't you call Robert yesterday and gripe *him* out for being sick instead of copying some RZ movie clip to cd for you? geez, bud, you two got sick at the exact same time! best not be breaking yer dinner plate, mr. Z, if ya catch my drift. don't make me spell it out.
FLAMES! wicked's blog needs LOTS OF FLAMING WITH EXTRA SUPER BIG FLAMES!
you should always be happy about *anything* that is more than just blog-focal. even if it involves boring you're mom.
hey, make her read you're blog! she will NOT be bored. shocked and perhaps disposed to disownage, but not bored.
joke: AJ supposes wicked's maternal disowning will occur before his does. ha ha! that is not a likely outcome! (it is a good thing that AJ does not gamble with real money)
I keep thinking that I should give some replies to your fascinating comments, but then I realize none are needed--you people are more capable of entertaining yourselves than I ever could be. I'm just pleased I can be along for the ride.
aj, i think you're belief that you are not yet disowned by our mother is precious. i have her here now, under my posession and power, and believe you me, you are sunk. in deep, dark chocolate. look for her comments soon on our family blog site, because she will not be leaving here without throwing in her two cents worth, mister.
oooohhhh, no; read joke again and see that AJ knows this score already. even without you're influence the mum already wisely refuses to own me; and *with* you're influence, well i just shudder to think. i boggle. i waffle and sweat. i bring to the mum gifts of flowers and chocolates and Jameson's Irish Whiskey, and....
...and the queen mum looks at me with one eyebrow very slightly raised and her mouth full of fine chocolate, and says exactly this: "tsk."
no, i suffer little illusion in this matter.
but i DARE the BOTH of you to go trammel that blog.
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