Ack, the pressure is getting to me!

As Mike said so well in his blog, writing a blog pretending you don't care if people read it is stupid. (If I had more ambition I would quote him directly, but I don't.. more on that below) I admit that I want people to read this, lots of people. And I want them to enjoy it, a lot. I put a lot of energy into content, grammar and spelling. And I really enjoy the feedback, oh wait, I haven't had much of that!!!! I need more comments, so please.... talk to me... let me know what you think (yes that means you!) I know I sound like a needy girlfriend... but you don't need to tell me I'm pretty.. just that you are acknowledging my presence (no, not presents, that will come next if you people still don't comment!)

Anyway, with all this pressure and no feedback, I am close to experiencing writer's block. I say 'close' because it is obvious to any clear thinking person that I am not quite there yet. Though, this is pretty fucking boring... so, yes... close!

Anywhoooo... I quit my job. It sucks ass. I wanted to go out with a bang and really shake the place up being the drama addict that I am... but to no avail. I am left with a phone call and some lame excuse that they won't listen to. What do they care?.. what do I care?.. more importantly.. what do you care?

See what I mean about writer's block?

I was thinking of adding some pics of the rugrats here. A vote would be nice, let me know if you are for or against the idea. (I will make you people comment if it kills me!!)

Till next time...

Everyone's a critic, well, only Chris actually

ChrisM said...

"Oh boy... everyone thinks there an author. :)"

Alright, even though Chris did not actually comment on the content, and he spelled "there" wrong (it should be "they're" as in "they are") at least he did comment!! So, Thanks!

I'd like to see some more if possible, so, if you will...

"Some of us are like ink and some like paper.
And if it were not for the blackness of some of us, some of us would be dumb;
And if it were not for the whiteness of some of us, some of us would be blind." - Same guy as before

So, yes, everyone thinks they are an author! :)

"If winter should say, "Spring is in my heart," who would believe winter?"

Now that the weather is finally taking a turn for the better (hopefully), I am dreading the constant small talks about it. "Wow, this weather is great, isn't it!" "Oh yes, it's getting warmer! Funny how this seems to happen every year at the same time!! Weird!"

Ugh, keep sharp objects away from me until summer. Then I'll want to die from the "Wow, this weather is crazy! It's soooo hot!" Ya, I know! IT'S SUMMER! Craziness.. why do we as a people find it irresistible to chat about weather. Is it nature or nurture? Can you picture cavemen sitting around a fire discussing the snow storm yesterday and how slippery the trail to river was. I think they probably took it stride and dealt with it. It's like we think talking about it will somehow give us control over the weather. Humans are weird, dude.

Update on kids: Johnny is funny as ever. He comes up with funniest things.. he always has me laughing. I think we have another Mike or Travis on our hands. And Julia is trying to run everywhere. She will grab something she knows she is not allowed to have and when you try to get it she takes off giggling. It's so funny.

Till next time.... a little homework for you: Try not to talk about the weather, in fact avoid small talk. If it was important you would tell someone who cared.

(bonus points to anyone who figures out that I just spend however long writing about the weather, thereby directly contradicting myself)

Oh ya, and if anyone has won anything interesting in the Tim Horton's Roll up the Rim to win contest, let me know... I think it might be a big hoax... together we can bring the bastards down!
(yes I now work for Tim Horton's... so much for worker loyalty)

12:51 p.m. E.S.T. not E.D.T.

Daylight savings time should be optional. If you want more sunlight... do things one hour earlier. Don't screw up my internal clock just cause some ass figured this was a cool idea. Whoever thought it up obviously did not have kids! Ri-goddamn-diculous.

"Forgetfulness is a form of freedom....
We measure time according to the movement of countless suns; and they measure time by little machines in their little pockets.
Now tell me, how could we ever meet at the same place and the same time?"

This is my new motto (a.k.a. excuse). I have to give credit to Kahlil Gibran for that one. Don't know who he is? Look it up.

So, I don't really know what I will write here. Can't guarantee it will be interesting either. Probably a lot of junk like this (see above). I am hoping it will hone my writing skills a little and maybe entertain someone in the process. So whatever...