Restocking the Bar
I've stopped and started a dozen times.
It even feels as if the curser is cursing me. Blink. Blink. Blink.
Do I pick right up where I left off, or offer yet another reason as to why I'm just not blogging anymore?
To be honest, it's too soon to pick right up where I left off. I know in my heart that I just don't have the time right now to be one of those schedule-y bloggers... one of those comment-y bloggers, one of the faithful ones.
The bar will always be open, even if it's sporadic. I just need to take inventory and see what libations are appropriate for the change in seasons.
In the meantime, I think I'll just chat a bit... because while the curser curses, my fingers twitch with a desire to write something.
We'll just call this Bug's Bits.
I've been listening to country music again. As a result, I want to start writing again. (Andy, I haven't forgotten the story. I'll share with you one day soon.) I also want to start singing again. Technically I never stopped singing... I just stopped doing it outside of my car... I also stopped doing it well.
I joined a gym and started working out. I love Tai Chi. I could do it every day for the rest of my life. It hurts like a bitch the next day, though.
I've lost 21 pounds now. I'm starting to feel a might bit sexy. Not all the way though. Especially not naked.
School is royally kicking my ass. I think (and yes, Lu, I mean it this time) I am on the eve of my first "B". Hello "B", goodbye 4.0.
Saturday CadiBug chose to hang out with me rather than hang out with her friends. We took pictures. Then I took pictures of her smiling. It was the greatest night. Truly.
LoveBug is away from me for the first night since he returned home with a broken leg. An associate flew in and is driving him around on his calls. I think perhaps I shall sleep on the couch.
CuddleBug flooded his school last week. I asked him why he snuck into the janitor's closet and turned on the water hose. He responded, "I didn't think it would flood the hallway." I'm not sure whether I should sign him up for therapy or Remedial Thinking 101.
I guess you could say that in the grand scheme of things, my sense of humor is serving me well. Next month I'm going to get a new tattoo. It will say, "If found, please return to bed."
This is Funky, and that is all.
It even feels as if the curser is cursing me. Blink. Blink. Blink.
Do I pick right up where I left off, or offer yet another reason as to why I'm just not blogging anymore?
To be honest, it's too soon to pick right up where I left off. I know in my heart that I just don't have the time right now to be one of those schedule-y bloggers... one of those comment-y bloggers, one of the faithful ones.
The bar will always be open, even if it's sporadic. I just need to take inventory and see what libations are appropriate for the change in seasons.
In the meantime, I think I'll just chat a bit... because while the curser curses, my fingers twitch with a desire to write something.
We'll just call this Bug's Bits.
I've been listening to country music again. As a result, I want to start writing again. (Andy, I haven't forgotten the story. I'll share with you one day soon.) I also want to start singing again. Technically I never stopped singing... I just stopped doing it outside of my car... I also stopped doing it well.
I joined a gym and started working out. I love Tai Chi. I could do it every day for the rest of my life. It hurts like a bitch the next day, though.
I've lost 21 pounds now. I'm starting to feel a might bit sexy. Not all the way though. Especially not naked.
School is royally kicking my ass. I think (and yes, Lu, I mean it this time) I am on the eve of my first "B". Hello "B", goodbye 4.0.
Saturday CadiBug chose to hang out with me rather than hang out with her friends. We took pictures. Then I took pictures of her smiling. It was the greatest night. Truly.
LoveBug is away from me for the first night since he returned home with a broken leg. An associate flew in and is driving him around on his calls. I think perhaps I shall sleep on the couch.
CuddleBug flooded his school last week. I asked him why he snuck into the janitor's closet and turned on the water hose. He responded, "I didn't think it would flood the hallway." I'm not sure whether I should sign him up for therapy or Remedial Thinking 101.
I guess you could say that in the grand scheme of things, my sense of humor is serving me well. Next month I'm going to get a new tattoo. It will say, "If found, please return to bed."
This is Funky, and that is all.
posted by Robin at 11:19 PM
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