THE BLOG
There’s more of the same going on here. Beach, Beach House, Beach, Beach House, Beach, Beach House, and that’s all before lunch. But today I’m shaking things up a little, it’s grocery store, beach, dad, beach house, beach, beach house, beach, beach house. See what a rebel I am? You just can’t hold me down....
I’m having an uber blissful morning on the beach. All the cherubs have abandoned the surf due to an abundance of jelly fish, leaving me alone to the crashing of the waves. I almost feel sorry for the adults left back at the full beach house. Almost. But alone, I am able to indulge in...
I envy people who have this kind of relationship with their father.
I am just glad that I do have a good relationship with my father. Cuz, we used to not get along at all.
Rise and shine dear imaginary friends. It’s time for the annual beach trip. Your job is to wait right here for the amazing pictures and witty commentary to start flowing in. Because as we all know, the purpose of the annual beach trip is not to vacation, but to create another book. Therefore every moment...
From now on can I just keep a twitter blog? Seriously, because life is currently unhinging it’s jaws and swallowing me whole, but I promise to twitter the whole way down. I will now offer a brief summary, no need for thanks: Was offered a full time position at local university. Really wanted to take...
Do the whole Captain in the jaws of the crocodile thing from Peter Pan…put out your hands and feet and run in the middle of the air. That should work. Call me. Never mind, I’ll call you since you’ll be too busy running in the middle of the air. Besides, you’ll probably leave your cell phone in the belly of the crocodile so instead of hearing the tick tock of the clock to warn us of his coming, we’ll hear your cell phone ringing. Yeah yeah, I’m smoking crack.
Rae, you always make me laugh. Just call me Peter.
Sorry things are sideways and upside down right now but hopefully things will get better (if you quit chucking your life out the window that is). I think you need a new teapot. Isn’t that the answer to life- a shiny new teapot? If you get one, then way we can sing ‘When I get all worked up, hear me shout, just tip me over and pour me out’. Because we all get worked up sometimes… especially teapots. Hope your feeling cheery again soon.
THAT’S what we need to do (I knew I was somehow missing the answer), we just need to pour you out. That will make everything all better.
See, a twitter blog would also be AWESOME. People tend to write the freakiest things there because of the joy of not having to explain themselves, and I’ll bet even you could out-freak yourself! What a nutty conundrum though – university job or the nutjobs… wow, I don’t envy having to make that decision at ALL. Was there video of said chucking? You could make $10,000 on that AFV show. Especially if you dressed the cheubs like teapots.
The answer to everything is 42, or so I’ve been told. Sorry, I’ve been absent for so long Erika, I lost your URL and finally went back through everything and found it. Sounds like your life has turned every which way it could since I last read your blog. Keep breathing. I’ve found that if you can do that, everything seems to work out. Somehow.
And in a weird twist of fate, I was drinking a Diet Dr. Pepper when I relocated your blog a few days ago, as I am now while I type this up. I now fully understand your addiction.
You guys are great for lightening things up. Lexi, you kill me! Larry: hey! Good to hear from you. Ann, sorry I lost you’re comment, you are equally witty! Reva stay tuned for that Twitter blog. Rae, I’m putting you in charge of pouring me out. And I obviously like exclamation points today!
So um, HI! How’s it going? Yeah? Well I’ve got a new masthead up. I hear ya. I know. Spotty posting and the same masthead head for months and this is what I give you? Yes, all ye quick of perception, I suck and my dedication to this blog is waining to say the least....
Yeah, join the crowd in that life crisis thing. But you should try to use your blog as a sort of self therapy. It helps!
I’m all about writing for therapy…but then I am a creative writing major. Maybe I chose this path just so I wouldn’t go insane. Hmmm. Something to think about…Anyway, back to you. You haven’t talked about running off and joining the circus in a while. Call me to discuss any plans in that area.
Before joining the circus, know that you make a tremendous difference here.
Hey I will find you when you run away…remember you told me your “if I disappear and join the circus” names?? Oh yes, my dear, I will find you.
xxoo
I don’t understand why people who aren’t absolute attention whores blog… I’m sure there’s a reason, and it fills some purpose… but for me, I do it simply because I don’t get enough attention from my overbearing 1 year old, so I depend on that “new Comment” e.mail to make me feel like I’ve eaten a delicious sugar cookie with crack icing. Do fill the planet in on any big changes. I promise to give you sugar crack cookie.
Hey, that circus thing doesn’t sound so bad…since your checking into it anyway, find out if you can be paid in Diet Dr. Pepper. If yes, I definitely maybe in…
lovely pics, but where are you?
um, taking the pix, as usual.