So yes. Back when I used to blog, I would tell you about stuff that went on in my life. So I’ve had a bunch of potential posts that I can’t seem to get out of my head and onto paper. They seem boring to me. I could talk about the art of making a mix cd – at least I consider it an art. Or maybe a process. Anyway. I started to write it and then I was like “wow, this isn’t even interesting to ME” and I stopped.
I could write about how I am still unemployed and I still love it and I never want to go back to work ever again. But that’s not a whole post, because I pretty much just told you exactly how I feel about that. And it was a short paragraph.
I could talk about how lately I’ve been really wanting a baby. Don’t worry, I’m not planning on getting pregnant, because the sensible side of me (yes, I actually DO possess a sensible side, believe it or not) is like “you must be CRAZY because you don’t have a husband or a job or a desire to be woken up when you’re not ready and also look at that pile of laundry you haven’t folded – you can’t take care of a baby!” And then I see my neighbors’ brand new tiny baby and I’m like “but I WANT one of those” and then my head explodes, thereby preventing any further thought about it. So no. No baby.
I could talk about how there was this guy at my church who was essentially homeless and pretty, well, overweight, and he smoked like a chimney and also didn’t shower very much. And how he recently moved to another town because he met someone and was moving in with her. Are you KIDDING ME with this? I don’t smoke and I take showers and I’m STILL SINGLE. If it wasn’t so ridiculous, I’d be really upset. Apparently, my “standards” are getting in the way of me finding a man. Although, being logical and all, there’d be no way in hell I’d be desperate enough to lower my standards that low. Yes, sometimes it sucks being single, but I’d rather be single than settle. It’s like a mantra I keep saying to myself. Or something.
Speaking of being single, I could definitely talk more about the subject of relationships, but I will not. There’s tons of material in my head about THAT, but I can’t really get it out right now. Or ever. Who knows.
I could tell you about how I sent in a request today for an application to get into the teacher licensure program here. I’ve been told that I’d be a great teacher, and so I’ll send in the application and hopefully qualify to get into the program.
I could tell you about how I’m housesitting at the hot tub house and this morning I was walking the dog out by the pond and it started to rain and it was so pretty and so quiet. I wished it would have kept going all day. And how the last couple of nights the lightning has been amazing and so I sit in the hot tub room and watch the sky light up.
I could tell you about the horrifying nightmares I’ve been having. Last night was the first time in a few days that I’ve actually slept all the way through the night without waking up scared or crying. Maybe those nightmares are the result of me not being able to express anything lately. My sleep and my blog are suffering, I tell you!
So that’s about it for now. Give some suggestions – what do you want to know? Hopefully I’ll get camp pics soon. But until then, I need inspiration. Therefore I’m leaving it to you. Don’t fail me. No pressure though. Just don’t fail me. Ha.