Friday Fluff

So, today I was going to announce that I was closing down my blog. I was thinking about this while at work yesterday, and on my drive home, and throughout the evening.

You see, I just feel I have nothing to say. And what I do talk about is boring and/or stupid. I make a post, and immediately want to delete it. And I’ve been having a hard time figuring out what’s the point of my blog. It's just my rambling thoughts. No focus or cohesion. I mean, I sensor myself somewhat, but mostly, I just let it all out of my head.

And I’m not sure it’s of any value.

So, today was going to be my last post. And I was going to wish you all a fond farewell, with hugs and kisses, and promises to still visit your blogs.

And then my mom called to tell me that she loved my V-day (that’s for you, Rachel ;-0) post, and that my grandma is now an official reader of my blog. (Dear Grandma, Hi! I’m so happy to know you’ve been reading my posts. I hope you’re not as bored with them as I am. I’m trying to do better. I love you! Love, Liz)

When I told her (mom, not grandma) that I was planning on closing up shop, she said that I shouldn’t, that she enjoys reading about what I’m thinking, that it was a way for her to hear from me more often, that my posts weren’t a stupid waste of time and exposed my idiocy (my words, not hers—my mom doesn’t call me names), and that it was a way for my grandma to know what’s going on in my life.

So, I’ve decided to keep blogging for now. I at least have to hit my 100th post so I can throw myself a party, right? (And that’s only 12 posts away!)

With all that being said, on to some fluff…


Dear Super Duper Pet People,

You need to get a grip. There is no need for this. That’s just ridiculous. I’m embarrassed for us all. Please realize that pet love is not people love, and go out and make some friends.

Very concerned for you mental health,

Liz


Now, on to some, well, I’m not sure what to call it without sounding sacrilegious (which is not my intention)… Jesus News:

Did you hear about “Lookin’ Good for Jesus?” People are so funny. And what does lip balm actually do to make you look good? It usually has no color. Really, it should be “Smooth Lips for Jesus,” which is guess sounds worse. So, never mind.

And did you read about this poor lady? Can you imagine the thought process that when through this guys mind? “Man, why doesn’t this lady ever pick up her dog poop? I know what I’ll do to get back at her! I steal her Jesus statue! Yah! That’ll show her!”

Oh, and did you read what the ransom note said? Who says “ wiener poopie”? Crazy people, that’s who!



Well, to leave you with something to make you irritated, here’s a little game (if you’ve got time to kill).

Directions: Write the numbers from 1 to 8 into the squares, so that the squares with consecutive numbers do not touch (neither edges nor corners).

I did it. I took me a while, but I did it.

See, aren’t you glad I’m still blogging?