It’s Day 5 of NaBloPoMo and instead of being inspired to write something of substance…something inspirational…something profound…all that has happened is that I’ve found hundreds of other well written, well thought out, and totally funny blogs to add to my daily “must read” list. I even went to Barnes and Noble today to buy this book to find something to write about.
I used to have no problem writing. I actually wrote a lot of short stories and was pretty good at it too. Lately, though, my interests have…ummm…evolved? I’d love to try my hand at erotica…but that is something I don’t think I wanna share in this forum…especially since I’m positive my Mother visits this little page quite a bit and I’d hate to tarnish my nice girl image. And really…does my Mother really need to know my extensive knowledge of all things carnal? I think probably not.
Anyway…I’ll try to think of something interesting to blog about..and if you, my dear reader, are still reading this…and have a suggestion…comment away 🙂
In the meantime…I totally forgot about my Smartie Pants Daily Trivia..join in and play and check daily scores at the bottom of this page.
Arrivaderla, mi amici.
g ♥
…Revised Randomness
Wanna know what I’ve checked off the list of stuff-to-do today? Nado, Nilch, Nine…Yep, that’s right….after my last post, Thom called and I crawled into bed to talk to him for awhile (yea…I gravitate toward the bed when he calls). After we hung up (after an hour and seven minutes) I fell asleep for 2 hours!
So here is my new list of stuff-to-do today:
Get dressed, finally (forget straightening my hair…is just won’t work today)
Head out to Meijer to buy Martha’s holiday magazine
Stop by Flamingos for a couple cheese enchaladas and their awesome tortilla chips
Spend the rest of the night curled up on the couch watching chick flicks
Crawl into bed and talk to Thom for a few hours…again 🙂
Happy Saturday, friends.
g ♥
…Randomness
…Inspiring or Enabling a Blogging Junkie
My name is Gina…and I’m addicted to blogs. Reading them to be more specific. Sometimes I get so wrapped up in reading about other peoples’ lives that I forget to live my own. I literally could sit here for hours and randomly click from one blog to the next, peeking into the lives of others and desperately searching for inspiration for my own life. How to dress…how to act…how to scrap..how to cook. As if being original is out of the question.
I’ve jumped on the blogging bandwagon…staking my claim on this little spot on the web…now to just be able to make it my own…make it unique..make it interesting, make it semi-homemade (auuuughhhh….Sandra Lee reference..someone please help me if I quote her EVER AGAIN).
Okay…so that’s it for today. I’m feeling un-original. I’m feeling inadequate. And it’s okay…for today at least.
…My Neighbors Must Think
…I’m a sex phone operator. Why else would I get 4-5 phone calls between 12 midnight and 3 am? And then again at 5:30 am? Or else I get a lot of “booty” calls? Or…or..or…I can’t even think of any other outrageous reasons why I’d spend so much time giggling and talking on the phone late into the evening and early mornings.
Really though, all the calls are from the same person…and I just can’t get enough of him. So…you’re asking what could we possibly talk about 4 or 5 times a day…sometimes for hours at a time? Anything….everything. We talk about the weather…where we live…a lot about our families. We talk about what we’re gonna do when we’re together
We talk about our childhood memories and future plans. We talk about food, television, crazy people. He reminds me of what I used to do, and say, and ask when I was younger and when we talked before…all those years ago. I was a curious girl in my early twenties…and I guess a whole lot more open than I am now. Or maybe I just know a whole lot more now and I don’t need to ask.
I’ve gone for rides with him…across town…down the road. I’ve been shopping with him…We’ve discussed the merits of whole wheat versus white bread …oranges versus apples. We’ve swapped recipes and talked about baking. We’ve planned out entire meals that we’d like to have together.
We talk about being lonely, and sad, and we offer each other support, kindness, and thoughtful words to help each of us make it through the day.
Whatever the conversation is…whatever subject pops up…the point is…
We talk.
And, when there isn’t anything more to say…we listen to each other breathe. We can have whole conversations without saying anything at all.
I have to go now…I’m expecting a call 🙂
g ♥