Abracadabra

Can’t think of anything to write about…again. Either there’s nothing there or I’m being incredibly lazy. 

I’m leaning toward “lazy”

It seems I would much rather just sit here watching a movie that I’ve already seen and let my brain turn to mush than force it to formulate something witty to post on this blog.

Basically, I am coming up with excuses…too tired, my foot hurts, have the whole weekend to write, worked hard today, blah, blah, blah….instead of blogging.

Too lazy to think of something creative and yummy to cook for dinner as well – so I had some of the potato salad that I made last night…then I steamed the corn-on-the-cob that we bought last weekend (before it goes bad) and had that too (there may be some butter smudges on my keyboard - I'll have to check that later).

While I was making my “dinner” I spent some time chatting with Emma…our black lab…as she attentively watched me wander around the kitchen.

I asked her why I couldn’t come up with anything fantabulous to write about - Emma didn’t really have much to say about that – she just blinked her sad, blinky, Lab eyes at me and licked her chops while glancing in the general direction of my plate.

Pretty sure she was hoping I’d drop something that she could scarf up…I didn’t – so I just gave her a bite. 

The waggy tail led me to believe she was grateful… now she’s whining for more. 

She’s not really supposed to be eating “people food.” Oops. What can I say? I’m a sucker for the blinky, sad Lab eyes.

After eating my make-shift meal (and hollering at Emma to quit whining already!) I decided: enough is enuff! I promised myself that I would stop making excuses and just write. 

Maybe...just maybe...if I simply start writing down random stuffs a blog post will magically appear…and guess what?! It worked! =)

Behave Yourself!

“May God bless you, and remember to be Christians in the parking lot.”

For several years’ worth of Sundays this was the closing line of the senior pastor at the church I attended. It was (still is actually) a pretty big church. Some might even call it a “mega church.” There were always a lot of cars in that parking lot.

The first time I heard the pastor say this I giggled…much like the other newbies in the crowd that day...but then we filed out of the sanctuary and began the battle to get out of the freaking parking lot and on the road safely! Insanity!

Even after an hour-plus-long worship service it seemed that many were unclear on the concept of “being a Christian.” All the trappings of courtesy and common sense seemed to vanish as the masses maneuvered their 2,000 pound assault vehicles out of parking spaces and into the lanes of traffic headed toward the exits. It was behavior more suited to a rock concert venue than a Church Parking Lot.

There was no mercy – even for the elderly and handicapped. After several hair-raising Sunday 'adventures' we took to enjoying a cup (or 3) of coffee while waiting out the parking lot melee.

It has been many years since I've had to endure a Sunday morning in a "Christian Parking Lot". That's a long story worthy of its own post...perhaps some other time.

Tonight, I was reminded (and not in a good way) of those dodgy Sunday mornings as I drove past one of the rather large churches in my neighborhood (there are a few). Someone leaving the church parking lot rudely cut someone off and then turned right on red when they did not have a clear lane.

It was the moment they careened toward a near-collision that I saw it. The brand-new bumper sticker, affixed to the rear window of the car, identifying them as a member of the aforementioned neighborhood place of worship. 

SIGH.

I've endured entire sermons devoted to the concept of “walking the walk” and behaving yourself - especially  when you have stickers/emblems/signs on your vehicle that ID you as a “Christian”. These sermons implored the faithful to “set a good example” for the World to follow. The person I saw tonight, obviously, has not had the benefit of one of those sermons. Such a shame.

As I continued down the road toward completion of this evening’s errand I had to giggle to myself. There was a very good reason I never put one of those “fish symbols” or “WWJD” stickers on my car(s) over the years…I didn’t want to *HAVE TO* behave myself if some asshole cut me off on the freeway! I know, I know,  it's twisted logic...but it's my logic. 

The Parking Lot

It never fails! I seem to think of all kinds of stuff to write about when I am at work. It’s not like I can just stop working and start writing (well, not really anyway) so I had to come up with a way to get those ideas and thoughts down on paper for later use.

Lucky for me I work for a company that uses and teaches the Six Sigma management strategy.  I was sent to the training a couple years ago. Among the strategies and tricks was the concept of the Parking Lot. A piece of paper kept handy during meetings to jot down stray ideas and topics that come up for later review.

I found an old legal pad with only a few pages left on it and decided it would be my Blog Parking Lot. I’ve been jotting stuff down ever since I got back from vacation.

I get all excited about the ideas and look forward to writing and fleshing them out…and then, at the end of an 8 or 9 hour day, I arrive at home and immediately crumple into a heap of exhaustion.  

So far I have two full sheets of yellow paper filled (front and back) with totally awesome ideas (no, really…they are awesome – I checked)…and not a single post to show for it.

SIGH

My brain goes a mile-a-minute when I’m not supposed to be writing for personal use but as soon as I have the time and am able…nothing.

It’s maddening really.

I have a quote on my desk at work: “You don’t find the time to write – you make time” ~Nora Roberts

This is my goal…make time each day to work on the ideas and thoughts that float around in my brain all day every day.

A couple weeks ago I suggested that someone write about the very thing that was causing them to suffer writer’s block…so tonight I took my own advice – for once. 

Gonna Leave a Mark

We went shooting today.

Target shooting waaaay out in the country on my Hunny’s Aunt’s land.

I’m a decent shot…but today, I made a stupid error in hand position and ended up with wads of tissue and a paper towel wrapped around my left thumb to stop a fresh ‘slide bite’ from bleeding. Such an idiot.

The injury to my ego was more painful than the wound itself.

Damn thing bled and bled…I could NOT figure out why it wouldn’t stop bleeding…and then I remembered… I have been taking a baby aspirin every day for about three months (because of the injury to my foot). Dammit!

Eventually got the bleeding stopped, created a fresh “field dressing” and got back to the shootin’.

The paper target I was aiming at is officially dead.

When we got back to where we are staying I realized just how sore my dang thumb is gonna be. Freaking ow!

Removed the make-shift dressing, washed my hands, poured perioxide over the wound (EEEEEEOOOOOW!) then sealed it with liquid bandage (that shit stings BTW) before using a butterfly to hold it together (sometimes being a nurse comes in "handy").
                                                             

About the time I needed to open the jar of liquid bandage I realized that I use my left thumb a helluva lot more than I realized. Actually, I tend to use both hands to complete many tasks throughout the day. *SIGH* (Luckily, I use my right thumb for the space bar and, therefore, can type with relatively no pain *wink*.)

Needless to say my Hunny has earned some serious points this evening!

He has helped me with a ton of little things that elicited a sharp intake of breath or a muttered “Ouch dammit!” Helped me secure a glove over my hand so I could shower without compromising my new dressing and helped me wash the grit and gunpowder off too!

He even washed my hair! *Happy SIGH*

Yep! Definitely keeping him!