Lately, I’ve been experiencing a bit of a writer’s block, of sorts.
I’m still writing.
But I’ll admit, the stuff I’m putting out isn’t Nobel Prize winning blog material.
Oh I know you can’t believe it. Of course it’s Nobel Prize winning, you’re saying.
Well, thank you, you’re too kind. Me love you long time.
However, in my recent funk, I’ve been reduced to posting pictures, like this one:
…and this one:
image from here
…which, I learned through your comments, is referred to as Buddy Christ.
I gotta get out more because I had never seen this guy before I googled the words ‘adult Jesus.’
I’ve had ideas for new posts.
I had mentally begun writing one about my 13 year old who was caught yesterday running naked through the house cupping his dink while searching the laundry pile for his favourite jeans.
Picture it: one hand covering his teenhood while the other riffled through the basket of clean clothes.
I would have provided a picture, but
my camera wasn’t charged! Damn! I do have morals.
I said to him, “Why are you even bothering? We’ve all seen it before. It’s not like you haven’t run through the house naked before.”
To which he replied, “I don’t want you to see my pubic hair.”
Excitedly I said, “You’re growing your big boy coat? I’m so proud!”
And from the living room, the 15 year old piped up, “Don’t get too excited Mom, there’s like three hairs down there.”
And my husband, ’cause we’re just a supportive family like that, added, “It’s probably just the lint from the towel he used after his shower.”
So yeah, I could have written about that, but really, there’s not enough material here to warrant a post.
I had also thought of writing about people who don’t blink when you’re talking to them.
You know the people I’m talking about right?
They just stare at you while you’re talking. They don’t blink.
And you’re like, “Just blink already. You’re corneas are going to dry up.”
But I’m not going with that topic in case there are too few people who can relate to it, in which case, you’d all be thinking, “All she ever does is spew nonsense!” which is untrue. I don’t just spew nonsense.
I once wrote a post on carpel tunnel syndrome, which was actually quite hilarious! I highly recommend you give it a read here…and in retrospect, it may have been spewing a bit of nonsense as well.
…See! Writer’s block! I got nothing!
And then I was going to write about how I approached Old Navy to sponsor me for BlogHer/11 conference.
Notice how I didn’t make the words ‘Old Navy’ link up to their website? That’s because I’m pissed off at them.
They did not reply with a ”we are not sponsoring anybody at this time” form email.
That would have been fine.
Old Navy kept dropping the word ‘CHARITY!’
Like I’m looking for charity!
I so am not!
It’s not like I was standing outside their head office, holding an old tattered hat in one hand and a sign in the other that said: “I will wear my bikini for money”…although now that I think about it, that’s not a bad idea…
image from here
So, sorry folks, it would seem I’m in a bit of a funk.
Honestly, if this issue doesn’t resolve soon, I’ll be forced to write about how Wayne insists on giving me a daily description of the calluses under his feet.
I know I know, you so wish you were me…sigh…