Mama needs a new pair of shoes.
You know when you get a new shirt, shoes, or maybe some new little gadget, or when you decide to pick up some hobby like crocheting, and then a few days, weeks, months later . . . you're just kind of over it? I think that's what's happening to me and blogging. It was like a fresh new little hobby, a new form of entertainment. Now . . . I'm not blogging as much, and I haven't even been doing my morning blog reading, coffee, bagel routine. I don't really want this to be a hobby that I'm done with . . . any suggestions to keep up my blogging stamina??
It still doesn't feel like Christmas to me . . . the tree is up, however, and looks marvelous if I must say so myself. I braved the mall with Gabby and Josh at like 8 pm last night. I get so clostrophobic (sp) when I'm in large crowds of people like that. I just want to knock them all down. People are ridiculously rude and mean. It's supposed to be the holidays, and people are pushing you over with their oversized purses!!! I bought myself a new pair of black flip-flops yesterday, and now this morning it's 27 degrees. It was like 78 all week last week!!!
Hammy the hamster is still not liking his cage I think. Well, maybe he is, but he keeps looking at me like Where the F am I?? or maybe it's Who the Hell are you? He just looks really cofused. But at least he's clean.
OMG!!!!! 4 days and couting until my very first meeting with the AOC!!! I just may die!!!! I'm not sleeping very well (partially thanks to Hammy and his chewing on his cage thinking he can bust through it), At first I was excited, now I'm scared to death, and I know on THE day, I'm going to be so nervous, and probably won't be able to say anything...I'll meet him and my mouth will just be hanging open like an idiot . . . but of course, I've been thinking, what if it's me that doesn't like him??? I don't think this will happen, but it's possible, right?
I was pumping gas a couple of days ago, and out of the corner of my eye I see a stray dog. A very very big stray dog. Am I the only one who does this? You see a big stray dog, and you're thinking please stay away from me, but then you're thinking that if you think that, the dog will know with all his psychic abilities, and he'll come over and smell your crotch, or bite you anyways. So then you're thinking just ignore him, don't think about him...and nope nope nope, don't turn around and see if he's coming back your way...can't this gas pump any faster...do I really need a full tank? I was trying so hard to watch him, without watching him, without him knowing I was watching him, without him using those weird dog knowing things and knowing I was watching him anyways . . . weird . . . does this come from having chickens chase you when you're a little kid living in Germany?
You know when you get a new shirt, shoes, or maybe some new little gadget, or when you decide to pick up some hobby like crocheting, and then a few days, weeks, months later . . . you're just kind of over it? I think that's what's happening to me and blogging. It was like a fresh new little hobby, a new form of entertainment. Now . . . I'm not blogging as much, and I haven't even been doing my morning blog reading, coffee, bagel routine. I don't really want this to be a hobby that I'm done with . . . any suggestions to keep up my blogging stamina??
It still doesn't feel like Christmas to me . . . the tree is up, however, and looks marvelous if I must say so myself. I braved the mall with Gabby and Josh at like 8 pm last night. I get so clostrophobic (sp) when I'm in large crowds of people like that. I just want to knock them all down. People are ridiculously rude and mean. It's supposed to be the holidays, and people are pushing you over with their oversized purses!!! I bought myself a new pair of black flip-flops yesterday, and now this morning it's 27 degrees. It was like 78 all week last week!!!
Hammy the hamster is still not liking his cage I think. Well, maybe he is, but he keeps looking at me like Where the F am I?? or maybe it's Who the Hell are you? He just looks really cofused. But at least he's clean.
OMG!!!!! 4 days and couting until my very first meeting with the AOC!!! I just may die!!!! I'm not sleeping very well (partially thanks to Hammy and his chewing on his cage thinking he can bust through it), At first I was excited, now I'm scared to death, and I know on THE day, I'm going to be so nervous, and probably won't be able to say anything...I'll meet him and my mouth will just be hanging open like an idiot . . . but of course, I've been thinking, what if it's me that doesn't like him??? I don't think this will happen, but it's possible, right?
I was pumping gas a couple of days ago, and out of the corner of my eye I see a stray dog. A very very big stray dog. Am I the only one who does this? You see a big stray dog, and you're thinking please stay away from me, but then you're thinking that if you think that, the dog will know with all his psychic abilities, and he'll come over and smell your crotch, or bite you anyways. So then you're thinking just ignore him, don't think about him...and nope nope nope, don't turn around and see if he's coming back your way...can't this gas pump any faster...do I really need a full tank? I was trying so hard to watch him, without watching him, without him knowing I was watching him, without him using those weird dog knowing things and knowing I was watching him anyways . . . weird . . . does this come from having chickens chase you when you're a little kid living in Germany?
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I have no advice to offer regarding your dog phenomena. Well, maybe get some pepper spray or something. I keep pepper spray in my car for the wandering drunk that occasionally accosts me.
Hmm, what else? Oh, my girlfriend in Texas that I went and saw in July? Her doggy had 7 puppies. I heard them yipping on the phone. They sounded sooo cute ... little labradors. Oh, her kitten ate her three hamsters. That's it, I think. XOXO
Merry Christmas.
I won't stop blogging. It really is a great way to vent, be creative, expressive, etc. I just get bored with it every now and then . . . well . . . actually it's probably just my life that's boring me!!! LOL!!! This phase shall pass . . . Let's hope!
You blog I die and our phone bills go up. Get real. Also..you've always had a problem with attacking animals..maybe you should get the pepper spray? Get over the hamster thing, dude. It's not really yours anyway. LOVE YA.