Well, I started out this morning, my third day trapped in my casa due to "Ice Storm 07" here in Austin, TX, with the intent of updating the blog, making mental resolutions to adhere to strict blogging routines daily, etc etc....and I was actually trying to upload a photo of my nieces staring in wonder at the animatronic "James Brown" singing/dancing puppet thing my ex-husband and I once owned....(oh, where is it now? did I let Greg have that, too? God, not a good idea to split up personal belongings during divorce whilst recovering from spinal fusion surgery;didn't he realize I was seriously on drugs at that time??).....anyway, instead, since I never name my photos when I store them on computer.....instead, here I am circa 1971, in the same bathroom where I clean myself even today whenever I visit my Mama in Big D...It was the norm, pre-pedophile-mania, to take cute nudie pics of kids in bathtubs and here is mine. I miss my sweet Daddy...Having been trapped in my house for a few days has allowed me to actually read books and shred all those annoying credit card promos one gets in the mail. I just wish I had not run out of butter......But,since logging on and finding it difficult to upload photos due to no names, I suddenly have yet another task to help me whittle away this freezing day! Let's hear it for re-naming all the photos on the computer! Whoopeee! Then, in future, I will be able to find the correct photo and write brilliant and hilarious things about said photos and then someone in Hollywood will steal all my brilliant ideas and I will be pissed......I mean, that is what I wonder...why do people blog freely? I swear, I would pay to read some of the stuff I see. Not my own drivel---I mean, I save all the best stuff for my journal which I just KNOW will be published upon my death and everyone will be like, "Oooh, I never knew...especially from reading that blog..."---yes, I have been diligently journal writing since about the age of 8 or 9 with the deep rooted belief that anything I ever attempt to write and/or publish openly will ne'er compare to the wondrous, comical, touching, etc thoughts that I scribble into my big spiral notebooks and hide in my closet or, occassionally, next to my bed. So really, dear readers, you are putting up with a bunch of nothing on this blog, but just wait until I am dead someday! Really! You won't be able to put my diaries down! Of course, that is, if anyone finds them and gets them out there for me....maybe we can put them out at my wake for folks to peruse...Or maybe, just maybe, I should shed my fears about folks criticizing my sentence structure and attempt to entertain all ya'll out here on the Interweb with somethin' good. Maybe next time.
And, I solemnly swear, on my honor, not only to live by the Girl Scout law but to write more often than every three months.
If I can find the right pictures to go with posts.....shit, another excuse.....