Sigh.
I have nothing about which to blog. I'm not saying my life isn't full of experiences - the good, the bad, and the ugly. In fact, my existence offers moments upon moments of joy, sadness, anger, and amusement. I just don't see most of these times as blog-worthy. Perhaps I am just uninspired by my current goings-on.
Or - Oh, perish the thought! - am I just BLAH?
I mean, does anyone really care what I ate for lunch? I wolfed down, and I mean w.o.l.f.e.d. down, two of the best-ever wheat rolls, made by my bread-making friend who would win a yellow fair ribbon easily with these. Does anyone care that the football teams for whom I fervently cheer are not doing all that well right now? I need more Tums to get through this season.Does anyone care that I made up a great recipe for crab quesadillas last night? They were yummy.Does anyone care that I am quite enjoying creating and delivering sugar cookies? The looks on the recipients' embarrassed faces entertain me to no end.I am busy. I have a wonderful life. My days are full of love and laughter. I don't need to blog, or tweet tweet tweet, or put my face in a "book" to know that, nor to tell others that. Still, I eagerly await that time when something happens - something major, something that causes a pensive mood, something heart-wrenching or gut-busting - that time which will bring me out of this blah blah blah blah blog funk.Until then...
