The Art and Annoyance of Distraction

So, I intended to right in great righteous indignation about the affrontages of the those "Flea Baggers" - Occupy Wall Street protestors. However, as so often happens, I got distracted.

First, I went to blogger.com and had to read a few of my favorite bloggers. One lady (not at all Christian or anything like religious) goes on complaining that her mother's insurance company won't pay for assisted living. My dear woman, that's why God created families!!!! Shame on you for not taking care of your own mother!!!! But in her favour of her blog, she does write beautifully about flowers, and chickens and her love for her grandchildren. And her undying love for her husband of her youth, which is a rare and beautiful thing in this throw away world.

Then I laughed my way through several weeks of a blog on teaching kindergarten.

Then, I thought I really should got started on my blog, so I tried to log in. Only to find out that I no idea what my password was. And DH is asleep, so no help there......... I took nearly 20 minutes for ME to figure out the process for reissuing me a password. After all that, I completely lost my vim, verve and excitement for writing about wackos in New York.

Also, I was hungry. So had to eat, which meant remembering to take my morning medications.

So, instead of impassioned plea for rational minds to prevail, not to mention the hideousness and deplorable conditions and health hazards these defecating denizens, the urinating inhabitants of the new third world country they've created, you have been dosed with a monograph on distraction. (And yes, I LOVE my thesaurus! ; > )

until next time, unless I get distracted......

Last day of June 2011

Whelp, the year is officially half over. My one achievement for the year, quitting a job that was killing me. DH (Dear Hubby) told me the other day he was very glad to realize my sarcastic sense of humour is back!!! My question - is this a good thing?

So, this weekend, I make the Grand Tour to Long Beach, the family homestead, that cauldron of simmering angst guaranteed to change the most mature of us to mere adolescent vessels of guilt and inadequacy. But it's mom's birthday. Have to go. Even though she past away 8 years ago.....

But on the plus side, see my kids and granddaughters, so all is worth it!!

Zephyr, our cat, (menace of the universe) who has a crossed eye which makes him more than a little CLUMZY, managed to slip off the windowsill yesterday morning and break my Mr. Coffee Carafe. Luckily for him, Ricky and Nikki gave me a French Press for Christmas. I enjoy my FP very much, but definitely will have to design a Press Cozy in some crazy coloured superwash wool. Perhaps this would be a good project to learn how to double knit!! There are a couple of downsides to using a French Press, such as the mess with the grounds, and the fact you can't set it to have coffee done by the time you wake up in the morning!! Ah, the sacrifices one must make....

Well, I have several more outfits to iron before I head to town with a friend, so that's all for today, or this week. Or Maybe 2.5 years????

First Blog

So, now I have a blog. COOL!

Now what?

You know it's terribly easy to compose a blog while driving to work while listening to talk radio.

Or when your lazily soaking the cares of the day away in a hot bath liberally laced with epsom salts.

And Especially easy when you have absolutely no access to your computer or medieval scribing devices. (Paper and pen)

However, when you sit down with a blank page and free time to right your heart and other erroneous thoughts out in full and flowing prose you get.......... nada...... nothing...... ZIPPO.

Well, here's the deal, my "mission statement" as it were. I have a blog. This blog is mine. It's not yours, it's mine, which means that I have the right to express my opinions, beliefs, concerns and on occasion some personal advice as I see them. You, the reader, are free to disagree. You can even express your opinions, beliefs and concerns right back. All I ask is that you refrain from crass and vulgar language. As for the advice, take it for what it is, FREE.

So, here goes nothing, with Pug on lap I enter into a new adventure, blogger - not so extraordinaire, but it's a start.