I’ve wanted to sit down a million times and write posts here and I’m such a loser I never bother to do it.
I want to talk about my amazing summer at the lake, and how I spent the night in a dog kennel to raise money for the Humane society, and how on that night I met my latest love, my little Richard Parker who has been photographed and displayed here. I wanted to talk about femine lady things and how they led to the insertion of an IUD and how that has made the last two plus months of my life pure hell. And about Christmas wonderment. And about feline calicivirus disease and how that has made our last few weeks a living hell, especially for my Richard Parker love. And about love and disappointments and family and so on and so forth.
And home renovations…..and new ideas and excitement over a new season at the lake, soon to be….
….and so on and so forth times a hundred.
And I will. But right now I’m going to eat a ham and cheese sandwich.
5yo neice Skylar: Aunt Sherry, WHAT is this!!? (pointing at the poop on the cup that currently holds her hot chocolate)
Me: It’s poop. (massive 5yo dirty look ensues) The mug says ‘coffee makes me poop.’
Skylar: Why did you giveme this?!
Me: Why not? It’s a funny mug.
Skylar: Because I hate this! It’s NOT FUNNY!
My sister picked me up and tried to snuggle me. So I fish hooked her bottom lip.
I knocked everything off the top shelf of the bookcase in the livingroom. Then I yelled at my Mom like it was her fault.
My Mom saw me sleeping so she decided to snuggle up with me. I slapped her in the face and moved 3 feet down the couch.
It’s funny sometimes, you wake up in the morning and all feels right with the world. Then your day begins and that one tiny thing sets you off on a path of knowledge that today, of days, will not go well for you, or anyone else that is associated with you.
The lack of appreciation that you feel on a regular, if not daily basis, comes in droves. You get to the office and read an email, that is meant to be uplifting and informative, makes you wonder why it wasn’t just called “Ways to kiss the Boss’ ass.” and instead makes you want to punch babies. Disclaimer, it WAS a pretty ass-kissy email. Fuck that at 9am. <—- See what I mean??!
So, here’s to you, sibling in raving lunacy…you are not alone. You are in good company. Mediocre company. Meh, you’re not alone.
I used to love this blog. I still do. I guess that’s why I’ve paid for the domain for years and years, even though I stopped using it a long time ago. I’d worked for hours on end over that layout, the beautiful fall colours and the sunflower background. Agonized over the html that I taught myself how to use and manipulated the code to repopulate the site dynamics the way I wanted them. Maybe that’s why, when it was corrupted and I lost everything, I just never got back into the groove again.
When I first started blogging, I had younger kids and I tried to jump on the mommy blogger bandwagon. I had a bunch of followers, and followed a bunch of bloggers, but as hard as I tried, I was not a Mommy blogger. And I wasnt good at faking it just for the popularity it may or may not bring. I did get some free promo swag out of it though, and that was pretty cool. And, of course, I made some good virtual friends and that’s always a plus.
I’ve tried to get this blog up and running again, here and there. I just havent been able to find a layout that I like and have the patience to work with. I’m hoping this one will cover it. I’m not looking for a following. I’m not looking for internet notoriety. I don’t even expect anyone to read this, really. I just like the idea of getting some thoughts out of my head and throwing them out into the universe.
I also like to look back at archives and see how deep and meaningful my life was in the past. Read: How totally full of shit I am on a regular basis.