I have a serious case of bloggers block this week. All the prompts in the world won’t help me when this happens.
My problem right now is that I have a couple of topics I want to write about as a writer… I’m just not entirely sure I want to write my thoughts as just me. There are certain lines and topics I strive to avoid in general — primarily because I haaaaaaaaaaaate drama and I don’t feel I’m a really great debater. So I avoid instead.
However, in the world today there are so many things that I feel frustrations towards and just want to say how I feel about them. It’s that frustration that is stopping me from blogging about other, more fun, topics.
So I guess what I am saying is: I’m frustrated with my frustration!
I think I need a drink. ;)
Wishing everyone a very Merry Christmas!! I’ve been MIA here, because I am enjoying time with my family. Taking a short hiatus, I suppose, from blogging to live in the moment of every day I have with them.
Christmas Eve is my favorite day of the holiday season. The preparing for the next day. Midnight mass. Food. Lots of food. The anticipating growing every second. I love it!! My husband commented that I’ve been dancing around the house all day… and I have! I’m happy! It’s CHRISTMAS!
My wish for everyone is simply this: peace and love this Christmas. If you’re surrounded by family or if you’re home alone… no matter what, I have you find peace and joy in Christmas in general.
God Bless and Merry Christmas!
I love how when I tell people I grew up in Texas they immediately assume three things:
1. I rode a horse to school (no, but I did drive a Ford truck… not that everyone else did too… we actually had a wide variety of vehicular transportation in the parking lot)
2. I wear cowboy boots all the time (ok that one is true)
3. I know how to line dance (not only no, but hell no)
But none of these have ever amused me as much as when my friend said, “Yeah, I’m from Oklahoma, but it doesn’t mean I shoot a bow and arrows!”
So tell me… what’s your favorite assumption people make about you based on where you’re from?
Parking is the bane of my life. I swear, since college, parking has been a huge stress for me.
In college, I would arrive hours early just to get a spot. I would park, crawl in my backseat, set an alarm, and sleep up to class time. It was worth it to get a spot… something that’s hard to do at a big university.
Today, I stress over parking downtown Nashville. Luckily 9 times out of 10, my worry is for naught. But then there are those times when I curse parking… especially parking a pickup truck.
People who double park or park crooked… they are people I curse. We’re all in this parking battle together. Can’t we just get along in it??