Conundrum of the Written Word

I am in the middle of writing my short story for shortstoryathon. Betwixt and between many distractions and the innate way my mind refuses to let words flow on the page, my story is nowhere ready to be published for public consumption. I continually stare at the computer screen and most of the time the cursor blinks at me. Ideas swirl like soft serve ice cream in my head, but putting the concepts into the written word eludes me quite often. It was been told to me that penning my thoughts places me "out of my comfort zone." If this is true, then why do I keep writing?

I'm angry and I can't hold it in any longer. The more I think about it vile thoughts run amok in my mind. There is so much that needs to be done and I can't do it alone with a junior mint in tow. I have no life, no friends, no family, and no aide when I need assistance. The only places I enjoy taking junior mint are probably infested with some sort of news-worthy, infectious disease that will cause even more worry and concern. I am not enjoying life at all and extreme guilt lays on my mind like a blanket of Irish wool. Stifling any happy thoughts that might remain. What's the solution? I haven't a clue. Will it end anytime soon. I doubt it. Is it my fault? No comment

Neglected

Mostly I have 140 characters to write about on Twitter. This limit usually is enough to get across what I have to say. There are times when I need a few more characters to express my feelings. It then takes quick, deft editing to achieve the magic number of 140 characters. Today really isn't one of those days that I needed freedom from restrictions, but my blog was feeling neglected. So, I decided to write this very boring and mundane post.

Micro-blogging: now that's where it's at.....

Wow, it's been over a year since my last post. I thought I'd leave an important quote:

"Get that corn out of my face!"
Nacho Libre

Which came first the chicken or the egg?
Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?

Thoughts that past through my mind last night:

-Why do people drive so bad?
-What is the best way to get rid of the dreaded coffee breath?
-Where in the world is Yahoo Serious?

Time passes, but I still feel the same.

Another Place, Another Time

Ever feel like a place gets under your skin and feel like you can never leave? I have and I wish I had never left. "Where?" You ask. I won't tell you, but you may surmise the place. I went this past fall and took a whirlwind tour of this country. I stayed in three major cities and three small towns. I saw mountains, two different seas, countryside, tall buildings, and a partridge in a pear tree. (Ok, so I didn't see a partridge in a pear tree, but I saw gypsy being told off by an old local man.) Each one with its own unique art and dialect. I felt like I was home as my ancestors were from this country. My language skills were honed day by day and I acknowledged myself becoming more like the locals. Whenever I speak of my trip to people and tell them of all the most delicious morsels that I have ever tasted, people say, "You must have gained 20 lbs with all that food." I just laugh and think to myself, silly American, I lost weight as I ate like a local. Believe me when I tell you, I didn't try to lose weight. I digested many items included whole milk, wine, cheese, liquors, fried foods, bread, dessert, and meats. I drank wine with lunch and dinner; sometimes drinking wine as a midmorning snack. I have never seen such awe inspiring art and architecture. Beautiful pieces sculpted with a chisel or paintbrush. In America, I lived in a old house and it was 60 years old. In the country I visited, that would be modern. I stayed in a hotel that was 500 years old. It was well maintained and I felt like time had stopped. I visited a local outdoor fish market that was probably around 500 years old as well. Fish was so fresh and it looked like it would make a great meal. There were vegetables and fruits of varying colors and made my mouth water just thinking about what I cook make with such fresh and ripe produce. My grandmother as a little girl went to this market and had many memories of this area. She was so happy that I was going back to the land of her birth. All she wanted was a picture taken of me in her city. When I gave her the picture, I'm sure that a tear came to her eye and she remembered a time gone by..... I am currently planning my next trip to this country. The money I spend is a small price to pay for such a wonderful experience. They say you can't take it with you when you die. I plan to enjoy life and not squander my money on stupid purchase that don't matter. So, when did your last purchase change your life?

I feel like that I am in a crossroad in my life. I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up. To some, including my nephew, I'm a totally cool aunt. It's nice to be appreciated even if only for a few fleeting moments.

Brrrrrrrr!

They are predicting the first snow here in the land of Boeing, Microsoft and Starbucks. Which is a very dangerous time for driving. People in this area do not know how to drive in the snow. There is an urban legend that many years ago there was a huge blizzard and people left their cars on the interstate and walked home. WTF? I learned how to drive in warm tropical weather, but spent my fair share of time in the snow covered mitten state. I can drive in the snow, but I cringe every time it snows in this area. As Tiny Tim would say, "God bless, every one!" (I kind of feel like Tiny Tim with my current leg cast, but alas that is another story.)

I heard through an informed source that pink is the new black. Think what you will, but fashion is mighty interesting.

I saw a bumper sticker that caught my eye this morning. I ususally just read them chuckle and move on, but this morning was different. It said:

Renewable Energy is homeland security

Wow, five powerful words coming together to say an important statement. Time to pause and think.

My job is usually quite meaningless and I like it like that. I had a job in Corporate USA, but it drove me mad and now I have a job where I am underemployed. I am usually ok with that. Today though, I had the most useless job of removing a sticky label from 10 pens. It's kind of a low blow to my self esteem, but I digress. I guess that's the downside to working a job that does not need a college degree. It makes me sad that I spent thousands of dollars for my college degree which I can't use even if I try.

Today, I think I'll wear a hat to disguise myself. I heard this helps.

Another day driving, minding my own business. The car in front of me is a nondescript white "special edition" Acura complete with sunroof. Doesn't sound like much. Is it the car that makes the man or the man who makes the car? Anyway, two knuckleheads in the Acura have made for an interesting ride home. Let's call the driver W. and the passenger, Jeb. W. is smoking with his cigarette outside the car so we can all enjoy second hand smoke. How very considerate of him allowing us to smoke for free. Since he must of paid at least $4 for a pack of cigarettes. Then there is Jeb. Jeb is just as interesting. He is also letting us smoke fee free. Plus giving us a free show with his dancing wrist. The piece of resistance is hocking two loogies within a 1/2 mile. What luck I have to view such interesting show of human behavior.

Scientific Style "Slog"

I rode the bus today and decided to write my own "slog". A woman, we'll call her Earth Day Girl(EDG), tried to get her bike on the front of the bus. EDG was having trouble. So, the bus driver, Earl for short, had to yell instructions to her while the rest of us waited. EDG finally got on the bus with what seemed like 150 packages. Earl told her to sit down while she found her bus pass. EDG found her pass, but it didn't beep. Earl cleared EDG and she was on her way with 150 packages to find a seat in the back.

Very uneventful day on the bus.

How come walking shoes styles are either athletic or geriatric?

Phrase of the Day: "I'm trying to get a better signal!"

Brazillian Jazz-- Two words I would never put together, but I am feeling inspired.

Food for thought:

Ice cream, pizza, and french fries.