They Call Me Junebug

Booorrrr-ing

So, here it is almost 5:00 and I still haven’t written anything down for today’s blog entry. It’s very frustrating, since I’ve composed no less than 4 extremely witty, intelligent and poignant entries since yesterday. Unfortunately, they’ve all been in my head and have never actually made it onto paper, or the computer screen.

When I’m at home washing dishes, showering or trying to fall asleep I have any number of wonderful thoughts and jokes and stories to tell. I spend many minutes composing them in my head, just as I would write them on the computer, even mentally “backspacing” to delete and replace words that don’t sound quite right.
Unfortunately, as I’m always busy, I can never get somewhere and write my ideas all down, so I just make a mental note to remember what the subject was. That way, I can pontificate to my hearts desire once I’m seated in front of the computer. However, it never works out that way. My husband will be shocked to hear this, as I’ve claimed that I can remember anything and everything in the whole wide world (yes, the whole wide world), but I just can’t remember all my good ideas. It must be because I have so many of them, huh? Right… Anyway, these great ideas, they seem to flit right out of my addled head the minute I’ve mentally edited them to perfection. If only I could find a way to blog while in the shower, I’m sure I’d have the best blog on the internet; my shower ideas are that good. Really, they are. I promise.

Ok, so they’re not that good, but they seem pretty damn amazing compared to writing a blog entry about your inability to write a good blog entry. Yes, I know, almost anything would appear amazing compared to such a blog entry, but unfortunately, I don’t care right now!

I’ve been feeling pretty run down the past few days, and while I initially blamed it on the bottle of wine I had for my anniversary, I have since ruled that out. I have a sneaky suspicion that my throat may currently resemble a Petri dish, and I know for a fact that my tonsils look more like tomatoes than can be healthy. I’ve got the oh-so-very sexy smokers voice going, only I don’t smoke and it certainly isn’t making me feel very sexy.

I’ve got a soccer game tonight, so with the avian flu I’m brewing here, I should feel real nice come tomorrow morning. Tomorrow afternoon we’re heading a few hours north to spend the weekend with my in-laws, who surprise, surprise I happen to love dearly. It should be fun, if I get to feeling better and the laundry elf comes to my house between now and tomorrow morning to wash all my clothes for me, otherwise my in-laws will be seeing a little more of me than they might have ever bargained for, what with me having NO clean clothes to wear.

This weekend we’ll also be attending his alma mater’s game against their arch rivals, and getting to watch his niece perform in the color guard. It’ll be my first high school football game in more than 6 years, and it’ll be my husband’s first ever. Yeah, he was that guy, the one that never went to pep rallies or football games. If we had known each other in high school, we would have despised each other I’m sure, as I was at every high school function and event and was damn happy to be there. Of course, if he had known me in high school, I’d have only been 7, and how can you hate a 7 year old?

That’s right, you can’t.

Hugs & kisses,
Junebug

posted by The Call Me Junebug @ 3:07 PM