In the blog world that I travel in and out of with no sense of time or mind it seems at times. That's a lot of time and mind. My favorite part (besides box o wine and my own ridiculous wit) is what you guys say. If not, I'm just talking to myself and although I find myself very interesting. I find you guys way more interesting. I beg you, start blogs, you are all brilliant. Those of you who don't have them I mean. If you already do, just stick with that one, don't make it more confusing for me. : ) But since I know some of you won't and some don't check back to the comments, every once in a while I like to put them out here. I think Kathy has won the award this week (the prize being nothing) for most ingenious little ditty. Thank you Kathy. You are brilliant.
See her song at the end.
In the comment section of our last program Sue told us of her God, Ra. How the worshipping goes, that sort of thing. I mentioned that not only would I join up but I was thinking my brother Mark would like to come. Then Mark says he is to busy doing things middle age men do. First off, let's not go there. It just sounds bad. Secondly, when I read it I almost fell on the floor laughing. Um, Mark, no your not. Nuff said. Finger to nose. Well, except that one thing where you were showing Billy the cat consultant You tube videos. That was totally normal! Well done Mr. Middle Age.
And Chris, brother Chris. I do believe you have always been the smartest of all of us (shut up Mark, you got voted best looking) and so your idea of my blog determining time is right up there with your most intelligent ideas. I know my mind is scattered. I have no sense of schedule. Days run into night. It's all the juice. I'm sorry, did I say that out loud? Mark is right. I think something, I write it. Then another shiny object comes in front of me. I get distracted and voila, new post! That does not mean I don't want to hear any stray thoughts from before.
The moral of todays blog post. I like to hear what you say. I can become annoying, even to myself.
That's Wordica to you Jen. And Chris is right, "Where the %^%# is Jen?"
A Song By Kathy:
“In Constant Sorrow”
Sung by The Soggy Bottom Boys
From: O Brother, Where Art Thou?
(Chorus) He is my brother, O come what may
He is a man, he is my brother
We’ve been trouble all my day
He bid farewell to ol’ Pennsyl-tucky
The place where we was born and raised
(Chorus) The place where they was born and raised
For too many years, my mind has wandered
As my brothers know too well
For in this world, I’m bound to ramble
No telling what I’ll blog about
(Chorus) No telling what she’ll blog about
Mickey and that wolf Lucy
How ‘bout some road kill, or a yoga trick
Grandma Vicki’s smokin’, Kid Rock’s tokin,
And of course, demons from hell
(Chorus) And of course, demons from hell
Even you my dear boys, my dear brothers
Become the fodder for my wit
This song I did write ‘twas for my brothers
But somehow, it’s now about me.
(Chorus) ‘Bout Amy, as it should be.