I have this great desire to write something amazing -- sadly, any time I try, it becomes stinky mush and I am once again humbled into realizing I'm a wannabe. I have wanted to be an "author" for about 20 years now. I wrote some very romantic tales as an elementary and middle school student. The boy was always a good deal older then the young lady, love at first sight was a total given, and if there was longing and fear of unrequited feelings, then we (me, myself, and I) knew it was a totally rockin' story and I was the next great. I still would love it if my idea of a total Native-American hottie would come to fruition and someone would offer me $750,000 for a three book deal. Nope, wouldn't have a problem with that at all. I have also considered writing a mystery novel, a memoir, a biography, a thriller, a fantasy, or a cookbook. I'll let you know when that happens. I will even sign a copy for you, 'cause I'll have to be self-published and will need to give them away to clear up storage space. Why can't I be the next Jane Austen, I ask you?
I'm ashamed to say it, but when we had television I was addicted to 'The Bachelor.' Ben is always disgusted that I tell people this, for him it's like borderline for a good reason to disown me. I always get so involved -- truly, I don't know why -- I just don't want to see the poor saps hurt. And dang it, I trusted that Jason. And he's just a poop, and a hussy, too. I'm so thrilled I can't get sucked into that show again!!! It's my favorite reason to not have t.v. -- protection from myself and my choices in reality television.
I used to be a poet. Poems just flew out of me -- sometimes spewed out of me. I just don't write them much anymore. Mostly just with turbulent emotions. Good thing I'm not a teenager anymore! Phew! Anyhow, they're not like "read me" poems, they're just for me or the person I wrote them for, but I do miss the emotional release when you've just burned a hole in your hand. I do love the sonnet, though, that one is still fun. So thank you, 10th grade english teacher, for teaching me the many wonderful rhythm laws of sonnet-ness. And also teaching me what a verb is, because somehow I missed that little tidbit up to that point. You have my gratitude, Mr. Hill.
No one should be subjected to my blog, I swear. I need to find pertinent and interesting things to say before I post. Well, oh well! Enter at your own risk, I say.
Guess what, though. This is kind of note worthy: Tonight we went to a chinese restaurant, and Ben read his fortune cookie, and I just loved the thought. Then everyone else read theirs, then I read mine ... (dot, dot, dot) ... and it was the same fortune as Ben's!!! Density, to quote George McFly. So I made him hold my hand and sang "The Circle of Our Love," from Saturday's Warrior. He didn't love it. Go figure.
And finally, Paulette -- if you are reading this -- I love you. Remember you're a pink lady, so you're four strong. Love you. Hang in there.