Have you ever noticed that when you have days upon days of nothing much to do, you don’t get much done?
Don’t get me wrong, we’ve been busy, but I basically drove 500 miles to make an imprint of my ass in my mom’s couch instead of mine.
We spent a week in Oklahoma. It was freezing cold, so we didn’t go outside much. We sat in front of a beautiful fire, and our days revolved around football, the Food Network, HGTV, and a frequent feeding, napping, and vodka drinking schedule.
That lined up nicely with my only goal for the last three weeks of every year–see how fat I can get.
We had a great Christmas, and my yearly resolution to eat better and shape shift out of muffin mode is on track for a January 1 start. So I’ll spend the next two days eating every meal like it’s my last, and making plans for a more disciplined new year.
I had plans for end of the year blog posts: best of posts, recaps, and goal setting, but after the shootings, every time I sat down to write, I found I didn’t have much to say.
It’s easy to get out of the habit of writing and posting.
It’s easy to say, “I need a break,” and to take one. And then the break becomes a week, and the week turns into three, and what was once a fleeting thought of, “I have nothing relevant or interesting to say,” becomes a daily reality, a blinking cursor and a mocking blank page.
The longer I wait, the harder it has become to post anything at all–I’m pretty sure this is how blogs die.
Before mine suffers that fate, I’m putting up the silence breaker.
We need to pack up Christmas today, but my daughter is still singing Christmas songs, and I hate to take the tree down. Her favorites are Santa Clause is Coming to Town and Jingle Bells, and last night I taught her how to hold the last note of Jingle Bells and do jazz hands, so she is performing that now with a big grin, screaming “Jezz Hans, Mommy!”
Also, my step-dad tried to teach her to sing the Boomer Sooner song, and her dad retaliated by teaching her to loudly chant, “OU Sucks!” She’s walking around saying that this morning too, while I hide my laughter in my shirt, and randomly smack him for teaching her those words.
This post is nothing special, but I’ve missed everyone, and I’m doing my best to shake this Christmas hangover.
Life is good today, and OU does kind of suck.