Friday, November 25, 2005

If you are going through hell, keep going!

OK. I admit it. I am a bad blogger. I have tried and tried to write something this week. My Thai tips, theory on male PMS and the story of the cursed rosary all sounded great in my mind (as do so many things – who knew hamsters really didn’t like boats and were bad swimmers – damn you Hammy Hamster, damn you to hell!) but fell flat when I started putting pen to paper. Or fingers to computer keys as the case may be. I have bloggers-block. The above are blog worthy suggestions and will make there way here eventually, but not this week.

Stumped as I was, I turned to KitKat for help. Being the computer savvy girl that she is, I mean she can find ANYTHING on the net, she sent me a link for “” – who the hell knew? I was inspired by several suggestions, namely “who would you like to be tied to for 24 hrs?” But here I was stumped – I mean being the Desperate Housewives fan that I am I wouldn’t mind being tied to Bree for a day to keep her safe from that freak George. But then I thought, too corny, needs to be more meaningful. Would have loved to been tied to Winston Churchill at the dinner with Lady Astor where she said “Sir, If you were my husband, I would give you poison.” And he quipped “If I were your husband I would take it.” Ha ha. Love it. But being tied to a corpse for and entire day (half a day fine) not-so-much. Halloween is over after all. Then there is the whole kinky angle but my mother reads this, so I think not.

I also liked “With your license to kill, who would be first?” But I don’t hate anyone (life is to short to hold a long grudge. I can get mad, but never for very long) so that died on the vine.

Next was “How long do you think you will live?” 75. That will be more than sufficient. That is my timeline. I plan on running out of money on my 75th birthday so I am really counting on this one. Wish me luck!

“How do you feel about being naked?” Let’s see, I get home from work and can’t wait to get out of my monkey suit and walk around in my underwear. That’s not exactly naked, but I have more respect for my furniture than that. Especially the fabulous chairs I inherited from my grandmother. Sitting in those with a bare bottom would be wrong. So checkmark for naked.

“Why do dogs smell each others ass?” I think the real question here, is why DON’T we?

“What should we do with stupid people?” Ummmm, can I get my license to kill back?

Ahhhhhhhhhh, I feel alive again. I now have a list of things to write about and actually feel good about this entry! I will keep “” for future reference and give KitKat a big hug for helping me out. I think the block has been removed! Several fond memories have now resurfaced and shall soon grace the pages of my blog.


Blogger Blair said...

Glad to see I helped! Anything for you kiddo, just ask.

9:58 AM  
Anonymous auntie karen said...

i agree entirely about funerals- and you have just made up my mind for me- i was teetering about going to one tomorrow and now realize i cannot miss it- i do hope they sing the proper songs and not some new thing i can't bellow off key.

5:49 AM  

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