....what to write? What to write?.....
I could talk about something with Prince Charming. Except that he hasn't really been all about the blog recently.
I could talk about something with my kids. But that gets kind of old sometimes, doesn't it? Like one of those people who walks around always wanting to show you pictures of children you don't really know and could give a rip about, but you don't want to hurt their feelings so you pretend to be interested, and they take that as actual interest and keep pulling out pictures and telling stories about them until you're about ready to put an ice pick through your eye.
Yeah. I don't want to be that parent.
I could show you the asparagus picture that I took at the Farmer's Market that I love, which is ironic because I can't stand asparagus. It's like eating a tree, which reminds me of broccoli which is like eating a shrub. So, I really have no idea why I took this picture, other than I thought it would look cool. 'Nough said.
I could tell you the funny thing that someone said about me yesterday. I was described to a group of people as "She doesn't get the Sports Illustrated cover shot, but she captures the essence of the effort." I've decided to take that as a compliment because I think that's how it was intended. Funny, though. Right? I mean....because....my Sports Illustrated cover shot trophy is sitting right here. All shiny and stuff.
I could talk about the supremely awesome thing I saw at Freshman Football....a girl! And not only was she a girl, she was a red-head! I'm a big fan of the red-haired girls (see above image of the little red-haired girl). She was going step for step with the boys, and she caught her pass when several of the guys dropped theirs. And at no point did I want to shout "PINK SPORTS ARE COOL!" because she looked pretty tough. She could have totally taken me.
I could show you my favorite pics from this week.
Not that I really have anything to say about them.
I just really like them.
I could tell you about how I drove past my grandparents' old house the other day . The house looked the same, different but the same, and it made me kind of sad thinking about all of the times I'd been there. All of the greetings and good-byes we'd had on the driveway. All the pool my brothers and I played in the basement. All the rocks my grandfather had polished for us in the downstairs room. All the pasta we ate at the dining room table. And how the new owners have totally redone the inside so they can sell it, but I can still tell it's the old house, and it just reminded me of how far removed I am from those days, and how I hope that my children will never know that feeling. But, that would be kind of heavy and full of intense emotion, and the whole point of this is to get away from that.
Hmmmm.....what to write? What to write?
I don't know. Maybe I'll come up with something later.
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