Let Me Count the Ways...

I love my blog.

You would not be able to guess this sweet little nugget of information from actually reading my blog, however. You see, when it comes to blogging, I've got my directional compass all skeewamped*. I don't have any problems coming UP with something to write about. There are many times throughout the day that I find myself mind blogging a really great post. It's narrowing it DOWN that really gets me in the end. (Do you see how I cleverly inserted directions just then? Get it? Up? Down? This is what I mean by really great posts.)

So, here we are, months since my last post and I've got oodles of ideas floating in my head. I could write about how it finally stopped raining (only I'd use lots of those cleverly inserted word games to try to trick you into thinking that my telling you about the weather was super mind blowing.)

I considered granting an entire post to our trip to Seattle over Memorial Day weekend. My cousin-in-law (is that real?) reminded me of how long it had really been since I'd graced everyone with my literary talents. That one would include lots of pictures of my adorable boys. And lets face it... any posts that include those cuties are even more mind blowing than the weather.

I seriously considered doing another "100 About Me" post. I did one back when I first started my blog (over 2 years ago?!?). Then, after thinking of less than 10 things, I remembered how HARD it is to come up with that much stuff! (And seriously... a "9 Things About Me" post just doesn't quite have the same ring to it.)

I could give updates about our daily lives... Rick's job, the kids, the Russian lady across the street... but then I'd have to come up with some way to make it seem like our lives were... I don't know... interesting... or something like that. (Rick's job is great, by the way. He just checked out on Ground Control today. If you don't know what that is, just trust me... it's awesome. Also, Cade still isn't walking but that full red head of hair just keeps on coming. Noah is currently OBSESSED with Transformers. Ask him to make the noise that they make when they transform. There are no words to describe. Oh, and the Russian lady? She has officially removed her fake flowers and replaced them with real ones. Not a day goes by that you can't find her in her yard. I invite any of you to come over to sit and watch her with me. There is no better way to pass the time, people. I kid you not. I've got some seriously awesome theories about this lady.)

I've got a great post brewing about therapy and hypnotic weight loss, but it's not quite ready yet. We'll see if I can fix my blogging compass enough to actually get that one written.

So do you see my problem here? My literary genius just cannot be controlled. If I let loose, you're all going to end up trying to comprehend endless pages of word vomit.

So there you have it. I have blogged. I have loved.

The End.


*Skeewamped, is in fact, a word. I know this because I have very fond memories of my mother using it to frequently describe such things as the Christmas tree or perhaps a hanging on the wall. And while you may not find it in a dictionary, (although I can't be sure... I've never actually checked), I'm pretty sure if it were there, Mr. Webster would have spelled it wrong. The correct spelling is, most definitely, the way I spelled it above.