Thursday, June 12, 2008

Hand Bag Tragedy

I have a few minutes, and I want to say hello.


Other than that I am at a total loss for words. 

It's funny, as a blogger I funnel everything through my "Is it blog-able?" filter.

Many things aren't blog-able because sometimes you just have to be there. Sometimes I write posts in my head while in the car, or in the shower, or while I am doing dishes. But by the time I sit down to write, it's gone. 

They say that learned information is stored in your brain, it's just a matter of accessing it.  

I do believe that is the *cruxt* of my problem: Access.

*do you know that I use the word "cruxt", meaning the beginning, or the origin, of my problem, all the time? But when i looked it up in the dictionary just now, it's not there.  I am ALWAYS doing that in real life. The Mister thinks it's hysterical, but I find it very annoying. *

Anyway, I have tried a few different things to help me remember my thoughts, so I can write about them later. One of those things was to keep a pad of paper with me at all times. Except I kept forgetting to keep it with me. Or it would get lost in the bottom of my handbag with those pretzels and unwrapped pieces of Trident that always seem to live down there.

Speaking of junk in my hand bag, have I ever told you about the time I unknowingly sprayed in the inside of my large handbag with pepper spray?

Yes I did. It completely ruined my bag.

The Mister had given me a pepper spray to attach to my key chain because he was worried that I might get mugged while running.  Unfortunately, one afternoon my keys were feeling particularly bulky so I took the spray off the chain and threw it in my purse. 

Months later while shopping with a friend I kept smelling this really strong odor but I didn't know where it was coming from.  Later that evening I was digging in my bag and I kept smelling something that was really foul. It made you kind of shudder when you smelled it. I couldn't figure where it was coming from, but finally I realized it was coming from the hand bag so I stuck my face in it and took a huge whiff.

Big Mistake.

The inside of my nose burned for hours.

And I ended up throwing away that fantastic hand bag. Although I should have kept it and learned to run with it. Then if I ever got mugged, I could just throw the hand bag at them. 

Ya! That would show 'em!

OK, my five minutes are up. I am glad I said hello.  Because, internet people, I like chattin' with ya!

La Vida Dulce!


mer said...

My best posts are the ones I write in my head. And when I sit down to type out all that brilliancy, I find it's disappeared. I take a little bit of comfort in knowing that it happens to you too!

Lara said...

I think you mean....

Main Entry: crux
Pronunciation: \ˈkrəks, ˈkru̇ks\
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural crux·es also cru·ces \ˈkrü-ˌsēz\
Etymology: Latin cruc-, crux cross, torture
Date: 1718
1 : a puzzling or difficult problem : an unsolved question
2 : an essential point requiring resolution or resolving an outcome as in
the crux of the problem
3 : a main or central feature (as of an argument)

spaghettipie said...

Oh, I write down my post ideas constantly. If I don't, then they vanish.

And it's "crux" :)

Lisa said...

Check my blog today.haha! I've had a blank day.

A good bag will always be missed.

Lesli said...

Oh, good. I thought it was just me. LOL I have a notebook in my purse but the blog ideas always come to me when I'm driving or in the shower where I can't write. By the time I get to the paper I've lost the idea. Ugh!
Sorry about the bag. That's a bummer!

Michelle@Life with Three said...

My "creative process" (if you can call it that!) is the same way. I compose posts elsewhere and then when I sit down to write, it's gone. And the notebook idea did not work for me either.

Your pepper spray story -- hilarious!