Why don’t I blog more often? Good question. Well, I don’t know. I used to blog all the time. It’s not as if blogging has taken a back seat to anything more worthy or more fun. What could possibly be better than blogging? Are you shouting out answers into your screen? Are you aware that I can not actually hear you? Are you finished? Can I continue? Thank you.
Once the kids went back to school, I was supposed to have so much more time to write. Then again, Levi is only in school from 9am-12pm, and going to a Jewish preschool means that he’s home more often than not due to the Jewish holidays. This is the last week of holiday madness before Levi experiences a full week of school. Can I get an ‘Amen’? Again, if you are ‘Amen’ing, I sure do appreciate it, but I can not actually hear you. It’s fun to do, though, I encourage full participation regardless of who is there to witness it.
I started writing for my local news website, Patch, (for actual money-gasp!), and that has taken some – but not gobs – of time which is good because it does not pay gobs of money. The thing about making a little bit of money is that it’s much easier to spend than getting a big chunk of money. You may disagree, but….I can’t hear you….and also I’m referring to my own money habits which very well may differ from yours. I find it difficult to save small bits of money that could easily go to new clothes for the boys or tickets to Hairspray at the Paper Mill Playhouse (local plug), etc. I realize that my mad money could ultimately become some sort of home improvement fund if I sat on it – for years. But Gabriella is old, and I don’t think she should have to wait so long to see me enjoy some extra cash.
Where was I? See how easily I’m distracted. I need to find my way back to the blog and stop letting tedious parts of life lure me away from the thing that I love. I feel the void, and it’s yucking my yum.
I hereby exorcise the distractions out of my way. Facebook, food, online shopping offers forcing me to buy boat loads of crap I never knew I needed, Facebook.
LISTEN HERE, DISTRACTIONS!! Why don’t you make like Angelina on Jersey Shore and take your trashy, whoring ass out of here!! You’re a dirty, double-dipping, cat-fighting skanky pants, and I don’t need you all up in here spreading your U-G-L-Y!
What? I live in New Jersey, and my partner is an Italian from Queens. It’s required viewing in our house.
I feel better now. You?
I’ll be making my way back to you, babe with a burning love inside — though that could be the chips and super spicy salsa I just inhaled.