Sunday, April 10, 2011

Oops, I Did(n't) Again



I forgot to blog last night... Well, I didn't actually forget. All evening I kept coming here to post, but never had anything to say. I thought that I would eventually think of something and post it. Anyway, I was really tired last night when I got in bed. The second my head hit the pillow I realized that I hadn't actually blogged. I decided I didn't really care. So there. I'll blog again later so that I at least feel like I made up for not doing it last night. Whatevs.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Why Do I Blog? IDK



Every night I sit in front of my computer and wonder why I am doing this. 






Tuesday, April 5, 2011

I Should've Known Better

Sometimes, in the course of my everyday life, I have flashes of insight. I have learned through painful experience to pay attention when this happens. Why, oh why, do I sometimes ignore thoughts that would prevent disaster? Are all humans so slow to learn?

Today I was on the phone, talking to my favorite daughter, when I decided to go lie on the hammock in the backyard. I noticed a small tear in the fabric and briefly contemplated the wisdom of getting on (this would have been an ideal time to listen to the voices in my head). Somehow I thought that if the fabric were to rip it would happen slowly. Of course the minute I got on the hammock I was on the metal support bar and concrete underneath it. I am now in moderate to extreme pain. There are red lines across my back from the metal bar and pain shooting down my left arm from my shoulder. I must have somehow twisted as I landed because the right side of my lower back hurts when I move and is tender when touched. Also my neck and head are throbbing. Oh well, that's life I suppose. I'll end this post on a high note with something that is guaranteed to ease my pain.











Monday, April 4, 2011

blog, blog, blog

I am not usually a procrastinator, yet I just can't manage to blog until I'm so tired I just don't care anymore. I've committed to BEDA, but my heart isn't really in it. I'm just doing it for my daughter... it seems important to her to try and get me to participate in social networking. I'm not doing too well with Facebook, so I'm trying to be consistent with this blog.

Sleep is calling and I'm answering with a resounding YES! (Somehow that sounds like The Brain) I haven't been getting enough lately, hopefully tonight will be a good night for sleep. Sorry sweetheart, I'll try to be better tomorrow.


Sunday, April 3, 2011

Why You Have To Be So Stupid?

I watched the American Country Music Awards (or something like that) tonight. Here is the country song I just wrote... I think I'll win an award for this and receive a standing ovation (apparently everyone gets one) when I perform it at the next country music awards show (I hope they get Rob Pattinson to present the award).


Wake up in the morning
I make my bed and brush my teeth
You sit in front of the tv
Why you have to be so stupid?

Then it's time for lunch
I eat a sandwich
You talk with food in your mouth
Why you have to be so stupid?

Time to walk the dog
I go home and do the laundry
You wear tight jeans with a plaid shirt and ugly vest
Why you have to be so stupid?

Finally it's the end of the day
I lay me down now to sleep
You make noise with your crappy "music"
Why you have to be so stupid?

Saturday, April 2, 2011

She's Indecisive (She Can't Decide)

Someday I'll keep track of how much time I spend deleting words from my blog as opposed to writing words on my blog. I'm afraid the former is significantly larger than the latter. This phenomenon has several causes: tonight, for instance, I'm having difficulty finding a topic that interests me; last night my issues were word choice and formatting; tomorrow night, perhaps my post will be riddled with spelling or grammatical errors (just kidding, that's never my problem). So after a ridiculous amount of time, I present tonight's blog:

My Current Top Ten Addictions
(In no particular order)

Soy chai (I get cranky if I don't have one in the morning)

Books (They are everywhere in my house)

Robert Pattinson (He's soooooo pretty!)

Organized living (Seriously, I can't understand choosing to live in chaos)

Purses (I own about a dozen; I like having options)

Music (The world would be a dreary place without it)

Jeans and t-shirts (My daily uniform)

Drunk Hulk on Twitter (He's sooooooo funny!)

HIMYM (It's legen....wait for it.....dary)

Analog clocks (They are strangely comforting)







Friday, April 1, 2011

Green Eggs and Hamlet









To beda or not to beda, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the world wide web to ponder
The sticks and stones of mundane minds,
Or to take thoughts against a sea of monotony,
And by opposing join them? To think, to write,
Once more; and by a blog to say we embrace 
The collective, and the thousand commentaries
That narcissists are prone to: 'tis a devastation
Devoutly to be read. To think, to write;
To write, perchance to create - ay there's the rub:
For in that writing of life what emotions may come,
When we have logged off this information superhighway,
Must give us peace - there's the review
That makes sanity of so long post.
For who would bear the comments and questions of others,
The pundit's opinion, the child's curse,
The pangs of despised blogs, the hard drive's delay,
The insolence of readers, and the spurns
That patient merit of the uneducated takes,
When he himself might his template make
With a google account? Who would dreary tasks bear,
To sigh and sweat under a flickering light,
But that the dread of something after blogs,
The undiscovered turn of phrase from whose wit
No follower escapes, tests the author,
And makes us rather endure those commitments we have
Than race to others we know not of?
Thus conscience does make bloggers of us all,
And thus the native sound of cricket chirping
Is powered o'er with the weak will of language,
And schemes of average ideal and art,
With this regard their mediocrity turns wry,
And lose the name of anonymity. Quiet you now
The fair admirer! Luddite, in thy diary 
Be all my posts archived.