I have a few minutes, and I want to say hello.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
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.
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!
Posted by Kellie A at 4:19 PM