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The Dreaded Writers Block

Though I am not so sure whether it is writers block, or just not having the same levels of angst/anger/depression that I had prior to the introduction of zoloft to my system.  Rather Sertralin, not zoloft.  You get the idea.

And then there is the aspect of having our laptop baptized.

Either way, it has been a struggle for me to sit here and not just play FarmVille on FaceCrack.  I want to tell you stuff.  I want to tell you what it was like to watch my youngest daughter get ready for her first Homecoming dance.  The twinge I felt knowing that I never got to see my eldest getting ready for hers.  Or that I never got to see my sons leaving for theirs.

I want to tell you about the beer that I am making, and the new process that I am using.  I want to tell you about the batch that I muffed and bottled too early, and now I don’t know what it is going to taste like.

I want to tell you about the holiday beers that I have planned, and am really excited about brewing for Christmas, and New Years.

But I think that I have some corn that needs harvesting right now.

Namaste.

Texts from last night

I have found myself strangely drawn to a website called “Texts From last Night” as of late.  The site is subtitled “Remember that text you sent last night?  We do”

Basically the site is based around college, and post-college aged folks and the drunken, crazed texts that they send to one another.  The subjects range from rating men and women, talking about their conquests, talking about their lives, and the such.  It is like a train wreck.  And I can’t stop going to the site every day and reading the latest episodes.

Mind you, I am thinking to myself all the while that I sincerely hope that my youngest son is not getting himself involved in any of these shenanigans.  Though, I do know that he probably is.  The child is way too much like me not to.  And I am also thinking, that I just don’t remember college being that way when I was attending.  Of course we didn’t have cell phones back in the dark ages.  We would have had to chisel our thoughts onto stone tablets and then drop them off at our friends caves.  Way too cumbersome, if you ask me.  Maybe that is why we had so many parties, because we didn’t have a convenient method of communication.  Had nothing to do with the copious amounts of alcohol and drugs that were consumed.

At least that is what I hear, as I didn’t do anything like that when I was going to college.

That I remember, anyway.

L8r

Being a fan of being a fan

I Facebook way too much. I admit it. Facebook is crack. This has been discussed in the past, so I see no need to go back through it now.

Don’t judge me, I will try not to judge you.

That all being said, since we have gone through the “25 random things” phase, and the quiz phase, and the “how well do you know me” phase, we are now hot and heavy into the fan phase. Being a fan of something. A city, a state, a food, a televisions show, music, musical intruments, cars, whatever you want to be a fan of.

And yes, you can be a fan of being a fan. Love the irony in that one.

And it all leaves me cold. I understand that it is another way to waste your life away on the Facebook platform. And I understand that it is just another way for Facebook to get into your profile, and into your friends list so that its marketing tentacles can burrow their way into your life that much further. But please. Really?

Memorial Day weekend is here. The beginning of summer and the summer activities. Please make sure that those activities don’t include drinking and driving. A lot of people would miss you if you were gone.

Including all of your friends on Facebook.

Namaste.

7 degrees of seperation

I got tagged by a friend to do this exercise where you talk about 7 things that people don’t know about you.

That is easy. At least for me. You guys don’t really know diddly squat about me.

Until now.

I could easily become one of those people who never leave their homes.

My job has me dealing face to face with people every day. I listen to their gripes, and I massage their egos. I manipulate people to get the work that I need to be accomplished done. And when I get home I would just rather not have to talk any longer. Cause there is a little bit of slime on me that just doesn’t seem to come off.

I have a better realtionship with my Father today than I did when he was alive.
My Dad died in November of 1996. Growing up, I didn’t have what I would have categorized as a great relationship with him. I know that my parents loved me. I loved them. But I know that I disappointed my Dad numerous times. And he just wasn’t that communicative to discuss it with me. Now that he is gone, I talk to him every day. I ask him for advice, and when I look in the mirror in the morning he is there looking back at me.

If I could make a living at it I would be playing music.

Music is how I dealt with growing up. Music is how I helped put myself through college. I would gladly drop what I am doing right now to play again.

Don’t ever make the mistake of talking about my intellect.
For some reason, just because I am a large person, some people think that I am not intelligent. I carry a 140 IQ. Much higher than the average population. Don’t talk down to me, and don’t mistake what you see with what I am.

I have the attention span of a gnat.
I don’t know if it is ADD, or what, but I am easily bored.

That is not 7, but that is all that I got for now.

Namaste.

At home with the Jonas Brothers

We hurried up and left the beach so that we could make it home so that The Princess could watch a Miley Cyrus concert where her dream Nick Jonas would be performing with the remaining Jo Bros.

But unfortunately the Jo Bros have been a no show on the telepho-ne.

We got home with enough time to go to the store so that The Princess could buy the latest copy of The Rolling Stone, because the Jo Bros are on the front page. And to make life that much sweeter, the Brothers Jonas played at Hershey Park Friday night, and their pictures are on the front of the 2nd page.

The Princess is in nirvana.

And Sunday, the Disney Games are on. And guess who would be participating?

Come on. You can guess.

Go ahead. Come on.

Ok, I will tell you. Dream boy Nick, Cutie Pie Joe, and Jo Fro wearing Jo Bro Kevin.

So, maybe the Jo Bros are in Soho, hanging with J-lo, at the DoJo, playing Dobro, solo.

You guys gotta help me adding on to this. It is a whole lot of fun.

Namaste.

Jubilee Day is coming!!

Did you hear? Jubilee day is coming!!

What? You have never heard about Jubilee Day? Were you born in the Arctic Circle?

Jubilee Day is the largest one day carnival/eatfest/craftbuying/walkingaroundinthefewestclothespossible/sweatingmy assoffbecauseitissofreakinghot/musiclistening extravaganza in the world.

At least that is how it is marketed. Jubilee Day started as a way for local farmers could bring in their best to show off to the rest of the local farmers. A one day street county fair, if you will. Since its inception it has grown exponentially.

So if you are in the Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania area the third thursday in June, you are hereby invited to Jubilee Day 2008.

Just don’t park in front of my house. Or move the lawn chairs I have out there saving my parking space. Because that is what we do around here. We put lawn chairs in our parking spaces to save them. So that we don’t have to have your car towed for parking where we normally park. Even though it is a public street. You wouldn’t understand unless you live here.

Namaste.

I hate Candyland

Yes, you read that right.

I hate the game “Candyland” with a passion that I reserve for clowns. It is a game that had to have been torn, ripped from some sick individuals sick, sick, sick mind.

I talk of this demon game because of something I was reading this morning. I have a couple of writers that I read on a consistent basis, and Lindsay Ferrier of Suburban Turmoil is one of them. She wrote a piece on playing Candyland with her daughter. Brought back way too many bad memories of playing the same game with The Princess.

Candyland was the first game where The Princess learned how to cheat. I would like to think that the developers of the game didn’t have that as part of their plan, but I think that every kid has learned how to cheat playing this hideous game.

Enough of this. Just thinking about it is making my nervous.

Namaste.