Man, am I ever glad I did not do this. Because I would be failing. Badly. And I hate to fail.
I really did think about it (which, by the way, you’ll hear me say often if you stick around. I like to think about doing things much more than I actually like doing them) but put off signing up until the very last minute (also a recurring theme in the life of me) and then realized on Oct. 31 that I was going camping the next day.
In a place with no computers. Or even cell phone access.
Oh well – that was the end of that!
Since we’ve been back – and it was a great trip – I’ve had a sinus infection. Literally nothing has been coming out of this head but – well – snot. Not fun to have and even less fun to share. So now we’re 10 days into November and nary a post.
And this is the one to break the silence? I hear you thinking…yes, I know…hopelessly mundane.
What I really wish is that someone would invent something that would post all the fabulous posts I make up in my head while I’m driving but that then disappear by the time I sit down at an actual computer. They’re gold, I tell you, gold! – and I can’t remember a one.
The reason I was in the car today (other than to write imaginary blog posts) was to ferry Will and his friend Ben to a birthday party. The trip began with some high class jokes – Will, spell ICAP! (go on, spell it) – and then proceeded into general birthday mayhem. I must congratulate the birthday mom, who seemed to have it all well in hand. Birthday parties usually end with me ready to retire from the public view for about a week, which is why they are so seldom thrown at the Jones’ house. Didn’t you just have a birthday last year?
Also, I simply have to mention that the best gift of the day, the one that drew excited cheers from the entire 6 year old crowd, was a remote controlled, foot-long, tarantula.
Yes, you read that right, a tarantula.
I don’t really have anything else to say about that. Wow.
We knew it was time to go when one of my young charges was peeing on a tree while the other one was climbing through a fence into an abandoned water slide. Head for the car, boys, it’s time to go!
Mommy has a post to write on the way home…
i actually think NaBloPoMo sounds cool. but it sounds like you had to sign up by oct. 31? i guess i’m new enough that i haven’t used up all my ideas. there are always good recipes to post. :-)
i’d end up posting really bad pics from my phone, since my camera is still packed somewhere. hope it’s not in manland….
however, i know zaccly what you mean. i do it ALL the time. and since my ginko is also packed away, i’ve forgotten any recent hopefuls….
when you get that ‘thing’ worked out for posting all the great blogs that happen only in your head, could you share it with ‘special sister’ over here? because i swear, i have 3-4 of them daily, only to sit down and feel like i’m failing 9th grade typing on a ibm selectric. ready…set…type ARGGGGHHH.
the tarantula, well, its creepy. and it does skitter across the floor. but it sounds like a remote control car. which is what i tell myself when i hear it roaming about (i just don’t look down). its a big hit over here with everyone except the cat. she’s not a fan. if she grew opposable (doesn’t that look strange? i doublechecked the spelling) thumbs tomorrow she would be outtahere.