The, Um, Return Post
Did you ever get into a lull where you hadn’t posted for a while and then when you tried to get back into your posting habits you felt compelled to write something of substance, a decision that ultimately resulted in prolonging your ability to post something because nothing you wrote was good enough to be that oh-so-special return post, and then you had to tell yourself to quit overthinking things and just write whatever the hell you wanted because it’s your blog and you do what you want and how much substance went into your old posts anyway?
That dilemma – in addition to moving and organizing the new home, repairing the new home (rather, watching Husband repair things), preparing for my new job, studying for the CSET, dealing with the financial aid office of my college, having both kids home all day long with no new acquaintances out here yet for them to play with, figuring out the new juicer, and considering adding sit ups to my nonexistent exercise regimen – has been occupying my thoughts and time.
It’s certainly those things conflicting with my ability to write and concentrate and not the fact that I have TV again. Oh yeah. Husband signed us up when he hooked up our phone. It has led to me watching lots of silly things which is exactly what I promised myself I wouldn’t do. Among the less silly things I’ve watched was Highlander the original movie. Oh wait, did I say less silly? I don’t deny I enjoyed this movie quite a bit, though I favor the TV series more, but I must point out a ridiculous scene that in addition to pushing the limits of my suspension of disbelief (in a movie that, let’s face it, requires a good suspension of disbelief) indicates what the 80s man considered ideal in an 80s woman: if a man puts a knife in your hands then stabs himself with it while your hands are still on the handle then appears to die then stands back up and explains that he is immortal and cannot die, your reaction would just NOT be to start making out with him. It just wouldn’t.
And now for something completely different: the deer here have a death wish. I swear, I have slammed on my brakes more times in the past three weeks to keep from hitting a deer than I have in the entire rest of my life. Of course, that latter number is zero, so any number would have beaten it. Regardless, the deer here have a death wish. GET OFF THE ROAD!
You talkin’ to me?
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I was JUST wondering how you were doing! Well, at least the deer provide some pretty scenery.
Good luck with all you are working on and YES, I would NOT start making out with Christopher Lambert after that scenario… Adrian Paul? Maybe.
I totally relate to the over-thinking what to write when you come back from a blog lull. I’m jealous of your new juicer . . . not jealous of the settling in stage. Good luck with everything!
I’d still be trying to figure out the new juicer. If we had one. Which we don’t.
I see venison.
RJ and I also recently watched part of the Highlander movie and the scene you mention was part of what we saw. I agree with you 100% in the context of the movie, HOWEVER, if it were Duncan instead of Connor, I would make out with him anyway.
I’m just glad you returned at all…
Wait–did you leave SC? Cuz I only see coyote and raccoons and wabbits and whatnot here. No deer. Are you in SJC now?
It appears to me that they’re organizing. Don’t let those soft little brown eyes fool you.
Have you ever wondered if you should comment on someone’s blog since you haven’t been hanging around in blog-land for quite a while? I mean, you ask your husband how the bloggy-friend is doing, so you keep up a bit. But you’ve been really remiss in your own blogging and commenting? Yeah, I didn’t think you’d understand.
Happy move, happy new job, and happy venison steaks.