I am fresh out of material. I was going to do a post about this stand up bit that C told me about called Psycho Points, which in context, was really funny, but as I started writing it, I found it was less funny, and more chauvinistic. I looked for the video on You Tube, but couldn't find it.
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I was going to talk about how much I hate the snow, and how much I'd love to fly South, but, well...Been there...Done that.
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I was going to talk about my concerns for my little girl and the diva drama she's been dealing with at school. Girls can be so mean. I can't believe it's already starting, and she's only in 1st grade. But, the more I dwell on it, the more it upsets me, so I just let her come to me when she wants to talk about it. And I try not to fester.
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I could write about the fact that I've hit my monthly depths of despair, which aren't really the depths of despair. Just that fact that I'm completely unmotivated to do ANYTHING. Including Blogging. Including my beloved exercise. Mostly, I just want to go to sleep. Or lie on the couch, eating anything chocolate I can get my hands on, and waste oodles of time watching useless, pointless TV shows, about no talent freaks trying to sing their way into Hollywood.
Perhaps my problem is the fact that I've eaten so much garbage over the last week, that my body is in protest.
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I could vent about how I finally got my butt in gear and went to the gym today, and started to feel pretty good about myself, until the instructor said something to me, that was silly, but that offended me, and confirmed my long standing suspicions that she doesn't like me, and it made me want to leave and never come back. Why do I let myself get offended over stupid things?
So, I hopped on a treadmill, and made a fool of myself, while trying to run off my anger, running as fast as I could, flinging sweat all over the place.
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I could discuss about how I'm thinking about going to the Blogger Meet and Greet on Saturday with Kristina and her flock, but how I'm a little freaked out about going to meet people, in person, face to face. Can you agoraphobia?! Are you going? Talk me into it. I need you to. Or don't. Either way. Whatever....
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Am I manic, or what?!!
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I will for sure have to shamelessly promote my giveaway. Have you entered yet? I'm giving away a pre-release copy of my upcoming debut CD "Solitude" plus some goodies, just because I want to Sher the Love. Scroll down, or Click here, to enter!
14 comments:
No your not a maniac. Just a girl. The hormone rollercoaster is such a wild ride. If we lived closer I'd come over, hang on the couch and eat chocolate with you cause that's all I want to do, too. And I'm gonna. How about that?
You need to come! Didn't you do another one. See, you are awesome. It will be fun! Convince Motherboard to come with.
Come on Saturday. DO IT.
'Nough said.
I've got like 8 drafts sitting in my draft folder, but they all suck right now, so I'm not sure what I'm going to do next.
I get that blah feeling quite often.
I definitely want you to come if I am going to be there. Please do. Do you want me to text you that morning to let you know for sure whether I will be there?
My monthly depths of despair seem to last longer and longer the older I get...it isn't just before and during anymore, now it's AFTER the fact, too...
GAAHHHH!
PLEASE go to the meet and greet this weekend...that way people like me, who DON'T live in Utah, can live vicariously through you =)
I have a 1st grade girl and sad to say, we are dealing with similar issues.
I have never gone to a blogger meet and greet either. I seem to like my blogging relationships left on the computer.
I'm glad you were flinging sweat everywhere while on the treadmill. That's a fun picture for me. ;)
And I take umbrudge to you calling Idol a pointless TV show!! (Actually, I don't. Last night was pretty worthless.)
I'm still trying to figure out what I'm going to do this Saturday, too. I want to go, but it's going to take a lot of working out and I'm just not sure it can happen.
p.s. my verification is "uniters." Maybe it means we're supposed to go to the meet n greet?
I can't believe the drama that goes on already in first grade too! I don't have girls, but every week when I'm in Connor's class helping out, I can't believe how rude some of those little girls can be. I finally had had enough one day and told them they just better stop it and start being nice to each other because most likely they're going to know each other for a long and they better learn how to get along. Geesh!
I wish I was going to be in UT Sat. Actually, no I don't, because it's too cold. I think all of you should come down here instead to my sunshine.
All right - Two items of business girl.
1. Come to my gym and work out with me and the Shark. YOU WILL BE LOVED.
2. Yes, for the love of all that's holy, come to the meet and greet Saturday. No fears. I've met some of the gals coming and no freaks yet. I'll even save you a seat at the cool people's table.
3. I know, I only said two, but I lied, there's three. The weather is killing the best of us right now. We'll get through it!
xoxox
M
You've got the Blogger Blues! Go to the Meet! You will have a fantastic time!
As for the 1st grade drama; find a rather large 2nd grade girl to "take care" of the problem! LOL
Try to talk yourself into going. It may be alot more funner than you think. I do know how you feel all to well.
I plugged your CD too. I love your music.
Take care and who cares if you don't want to blog right now. Do what you have to do and be okay with it. We love you no matter.
This all sounds so familiar. Except the exercise part. But the rest does. I met one of my blog friends this past week and it was great! I think you'll love it! Unless you have been lying about your age. Or appearance (using a fake photo). Or gender. That could put a damper on the party.
Okay, you're going to think I'm psycho but I will come and pick you up for the meet and greet on Saturday. I need someone to go with me (moral support). Email me if you'd like to carpool.
veronicajohnson3{at}gmail.com.
If I'm scaring you, call your bro-in-law and ask him if I'm normal. He will say that I am...I think. :)
I'm serious about this!
Amen to all of the above.
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