Wednesday, November 05, 2008

bo-ring

It's difficult to post everyday without making your blog simply a journal. Sometimes I feel as though I've been blogging for so long that I have nothing left to say. Back when there were only seven of us, there was this unleashing - a dam breaking, all the things I/we had thought for years just came flooding out. And things were funny. So funny. I get the new thought on occassion nowadays, but sometimes I think...

NOBODY CARES.

(You seven will get that joke.)

(That joke was also in the book.)

(I'm in the book.)

(Not to brag.)

(Yeah right -- TOTALLY to brag! I'M IN A BOOK!)

Okay, no more down with blogging -- we all feel that way sometimes, and I'm not even feeling that way right now. Seriously, because if I was feeling that way (and I have felt that way before), I wouldn't be writing.

Does this even count as writing? It's more like thinking with my fingers.

Time to get those clothes out of the dryer.

16 comments:

sue-donym said...

WHen I think with my fingers it's usually just the middle one. (Not that I've done since high school)

How cool is that? You're in the book!! Will you sign it for me?

La Yen said...

That is one of my favorite stories of all time. ALL TIME. Congrats!!

And I always care.

Grace said...

Jen you have to keep blogging because I love checking it, like, everyday!! It makes me happy to read your posts - so keep it up!!!

compulsive writer said...

Stream of conscious is my favorite.

You're one of my favorites, too.

Only 25 more days...

MOMster said...

Keep it up Jenny. I look forward to reading your blog every day. I check it every day and you're quickly becoming one of my favorites. And that's awesome that you're in a book!

wendy said...

a dam breaking, nothing left to say . . . I get that. But don't stop! And besides, I'm new to your blog, so nothing will sound old to me. :)

Monica said...

Did the poop come out?

See, you have plenty to blog about. And good job on the book. I think I'll buy it.

~j. said...

HAHAHA! Monica, oh Monica...that sounded funny. FUNNY!

Dear, dear readers, Monica means: Was I able to get my son's poop, which he had smeared ALL OVER HIS ROOM AND SELF including his wall and bedding and bottom of his feet (?) and hair, cleaned up? As in, "Out of the fibers". Not actually...you know...out.

a story for tomorrow. i love you, 'ca.

b. said...

I think I may have to buy the book!
(I can't remember the joke, so just another good reason to purchase-as if I needed one!)

I CARE!

No. Really. I do.

{natalie} said...

i read the book monday afternoon and i felt cooler just by knowing you. i like you blogging daily. keep it up (at least for the rest of the month)

AzĂșcar said...

You're like an eight year old living the life of a five year old.

basquegirl said...

What book? I am so late to the party. And I would buy it. Tell me where.

tutietutu said...

Yes, I am new too so dont stop!

Annette Lyon said...

Crap. You just reminded me about clothes I left in the washer yesterday and never moved to the dryer. I hope they're not all mildewy.

~j. said...

Dear friends, I won't quit.

momster -- if you're accepting requests, I'd love to be a reader of your blog.

basquegirl - click on the words "the book", which I've made a link to info as to where you can get it. (If it doesn't work, just let me know.)

basquegirl said...

Good gosh I'm a dummy. Like I couldn't see it was a link? And I really did graduate...then I had kids. Sorry!