I think I owe you all a blog post. No, no.... at the
very least I owe you a blog post! I mean, where have I BEEN anyway?!? Well, I've been doing a lot of things actually, and hopefully I will be updating you all on that soon! The biggest is writing over at
Simple Crafter, which I hope you are all enjoying so far! I am. I love it. I have such big hopes and dreams for the site and I hope you all follow me in the process to make it awesome. (And if you know me, you may want to check the
About section, just for kicks, because it's about me and all. Hee.)
Ok, anyways... my parent in-laws were here a couple weeks ago and my most dearest Mother-in-Law (let's call her Denise) mentioned my "writing style." Writing style? Huh. I didn't even think I had a writing style. Well, ok, I take that back. I have a talking style. And that's how I write. And really I seriously apologize for that. I do things like start sentences with the word "and"... multiple times in one paragraph. I also end sentences in prepositions and I'm a huge fan of run on sentences, on and and on and on. Yup, that's me. (Did you catch that? That sentence back there? The one I ended with a preposition? Rebel I am.)
Ok, so here we go, we've got ourselves into a bit of a run-on blog post. Yes we have. It's getting late and here I am, avoiding a bunch of other work I have to do (there's always tomorrow, right? Story of my life!) and instead I'm writing what I think will become some sort of blog post. Let me apologize in advance for what is about to go down. No, really. I don't even know what it is, because it hasn't happened yet, but you should accept my apologies anyway, because I'm sure it won't be pleasant and in the end, you will not be able to get those 10 minutes of your life back. I am warning you right now that I am about to rob you of 10 minutes of your life. Or, if you read reallllly slow, maybe even more time than 10 minutes! Seriously, there is no value in the words which are about to spew forward from my fingers. You've been warned.
Seriously? You're still reading? I totally warned you and everything! Alright then... thanks for sticking with me. :) Now we get to the place where I have to figure out what to talk about. When I don't know what to talk about, what is my default answer? Acorns. Yup. That was always my guess in Pictionary when I didn't know what the answer was. It doesn't matter if you were drawing a burning building, I would guess acorn (though, if you aren't coordinated enough to draw a burning building then maybe you shouldn't be playing Pictionary... It's like a box with windows and flames coming out of it. A toddler could draw that. Just sayin'.) So, acorns... No, unicorns. Let's talk about unicorns instead. I like them better. How weird is it that I can say that I like a fictional (
I think? I can hope and dream that they aren't fictional) creature more than I like something that I can actually hold in my hand. I bet a squirrel would think differently. I bet given the choice between a unicorn and an acorn they would pick an acorn, hands down. Paws down? Do squirrels have paws? Let's ponder that for a second.... .... .... .... Not to mention that unicorns would be a danger to squirrels. Do you think a unicorn would be essentially good, or would they go ahead and step on a squirrel without really thinking about it? That would make my opinion of unicorns depreciate completely. Even if the unicorn did step on a squirrel I think it would feel bad about it.
Ohemgee. I told you. I'm sorry. I may not even post this. Holy wow. For serious.
How about something that doesn't make me sound so crazy and overtired?
How about that airplane food, huh? But oh man, have you been on a flight recently that even served food? I've gotten cookies and pretzels and peanuts, but no real food. Maybe you have to be on an international flight to get actual food? I remember I was on my very first flight when I was 15 on my way to Germany and in the salad there were little tiny shrimps. Tiny little ones. And I remember thinking "isn't this a little like eating sushi from a gas station? This can't really end well, can it?" But I ate one of them and I didn't get sick. I had crazy-bad jet lag but that was probably unrelated.
Oh, I know! When I don't know what else to talk about... let's talk about the weather!!! No not really the weather, because that would be lame-pants. No, let's talk about the fact that I can't imagine being able to go outside without a coat on. There is always a time in the winter that I look back and just don't believe that I could ever go outside without a coat of some kind, and now is that time. There is always a time during the summer that I remember that time in the winter and laugh at myself. Oh man, those were the days. Just imagine. No coat. That's just crazy talk, that's what that is. Cray-zee. It's even warmed up here a lot in the past week or so (it's not below zero, woo!) Our snow is melting a bit and I don't need two pairs of gloves when I go outside. That alone is a beautiful thing. Bee-you-ti-full.
One more thing, I bet unicorn farts smell like skittles.
Don't say I didn't warn you. If you remember, I apologized in advance.
Peace out, cub scout. I'll be back soon.
Pinky swears.
This guy gets around!
