back to square one.

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I wish I had the passion for the whole Blog thing again. I dont what happened but it is gone.
I think of things to write about and then lose the umphh to get it going.
Here are a few of the ideas Ive had but cant seem to get them off the ground.

1. My obsession with what I wore to every occasion demanding to dress "up" I want to list the even and then recite the dress that I wore to each event, (exciting huh?)
2. If I had a million dollars what would I buy?
3. The thing that made me laugh the hardest this week was?
4. The reason I wanted to take the bridge this week was?
5. I think fresh air is the greatest invention since... fresh air.
6. When someone tells you "You wont beleive this?" and you guess it before they start talking.
7. When I am lecturing and people whisper or talk to themselves, pick their nose, scratch their private areas, HELLO IM IN THE FRONT OF THE ROOM I SEE EVERYTHING YOU BUTTHEAD!
8. How when I see movies like, Blues brothers, MASH, Animal house, Stripes, Forrest Gump, I KNOW that we will be watching it because "THIS IS THE BEST PART"
9. I want to post about Allie and I and our adventures that result in me pissing my pants (literally) because she makes me laugh like an idiot, yet I cant remember what is so damn funny.
10. Jack, just plain old jack, I have an arsenal full of Jack stuf that would take your breath away but sometimes I just dont wnat to repeat the stuff because it scares me.
11. Other times I want to share the Jack stuff because he is the sweetest most lovable boy, but cant because it makes me sad to think others cant or wont ever see that part of him.
12. Jack in church is enough to lighten any spirit. His running commentary concerning the paintings, the windows, the people, where is God, Is this heaven, Where is PoPOP. How long is church, why is it so boring. Is there food here? How about juice?
Why is that mans eyes closed? is he dead? That lady is wearing a hat? Are ther animals here?
This book is music and words, hmm?
Lets sing now!!!
I want to stand on the kneeler in case God shows up!

So I am going back to square one with the blogging. I will blog simple things from y day and not feel as if it a chore or lesson.
Hopefully that will work.
Love to all.
Ps I love my brothers. I miss them all very much.
I am afraid something is going to happen to one of us and I am not going to be there for them. I am afraid of them dying and not knowing how much they mean to me. everyday. So now they know.

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Unknown said…
My personal vote is for numbers (7) because as a teacher myself, I get it, (9) because anything that makes you piss yourself is worth writing about -- even if you can't remember it; it's the pissing part that's funny, (10 & 12) because it's Jack and he's ALWAYS interesting, but mostly (11) because it's the perfect way for others to know Jack the way you do. A mentor once told me, "No matter how thin you slice it, there are always two sides to a story. And most of us only see our side." Call this one, "The Other Side of Jack." Celebrate him.

FWIW, I LIKE reading the simple, every day things of your life; it's you. Book material, right?
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