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In spite of the vast amounts of support I have received from the few people who read my blog, I believe I have decided to attempt to participate in Blog 365. The rules for this wacky event are as follows:

Blog everyday for 365 days.

Feb. 29th is a Free Day and will be the Blog365 day of rest!

You do not HAVE to post to the same blog as long as you post everyday.

No internet? Write your post localy and post it once you are back on the grid.

Computer Broken? Grab some paper and do some old school blogging.

A post is a post, not everything has to be in writing. Photos, YouTube vidoes, and the like are all considered content.

Have fun, because that's the whole point!


So, there you go. Now everyone knows the rules. I'm kind of excited. I'm hereby calling 2008 The Year of The Blog!!

Insanity

So, the creators of National Blog Posting Month have gone completely insane and decided to create Blog 365. You've got it folks - one whole year of blog posting. I think it sounds like a pretty cool idea. Of course, I couldn't make it through one month of posting everyday, so what makes me think I could handle 12 months?

What do you think? Think I have what it takes to post every day for a year?

sigh

Today was not my day.

The day started well enough. Church was good - great singing and a good sermon. But it was pretty much all downhill from there.

As I was leaving church I noticed that my right front tire was really low so I decided to stop and put some air in it. Only, the nozzle on the air machine at the gas station I went to didn't seem to want to fit onto the thingy on my tire. The hubcap was also blocking the path to the thingy (does this thingy have a real name and I just don't know it?). So, I spent what felt like an eternity trying to get the nozzle to fit on the stupid thingy but all I seemed to do was to let more air out and get really dirty. So, now my tire is REALLY low. Meanwhile, a 4 car line forms behind me all waiting for the air. The wind is blowing and it's rather cold out and I've been squatting for a while now and I'm clearly having problems, but do any of the these lovely people all dressed in their Sunday best even think about getting out to help me? No. Of course not. So, I finally gave up, pulled into a parking spot, and called a friend to come rescue me. Which he did and I was back and moving on my journey.

Which took me to bread company - which was slammed. I was still upset from the whole car debacle and I found myself with very little patience with the woman behind the counter who needed me to repeat my order a billion times. I should have known to look at the receipt, but of course, I didn't. And surprise surprise - my chicken pomodoro sandwich somehow magically turned into a portobello mozzarella sandwich. And did I mention that I HATE mushrooms? And, before any of you asks, I did NOT get back up and have them fix it. I didn't have the fight in me. I just ate my salad and my bread and pouted.

After my lovely lunch I went to Kohls to finish up my Christmas shopping - which actually was quite successful. I found everything that I was looking for quickly and easily. People were nice and polite. As I was leaving the store, I was talking to my mother on my cell phone telling her about my bad day so far and somehow I managed to smack my head on the side of car as I was getting in. My head still hurts and I'm hoping that I don't end up with some lovely bruise as an early Christmas present.

So, there's my day for all those who care to know. I plan on spending the rest of evening camped on my couch. Hopefully, I'll be safe here.

Me and Buffy on Friday Night

I have nothing productive with my mini-vacation

and I love it.

I played WoW all day (level 59 baby!) and now I'm sitting on my couch enjoying some lovely season 3 of Buffy.

Tomorrow I plan to be enjoying The Rock n Roll Craft Show.

And Sunday, I want to work on the podcast.

I'll report back and let you know how far along I get.

Love is forever.

"Man has not yet learned to work for the joy of work, learn for the sake of growth, create for the expression and the exaltation in the act, or to love simply for the pleasure of loving: he still requires a reward. Until a man learns to do these things, hope will have to be his basic motivating force. In work, he'll require more wages and better titles; in knowledge, he'll require degrees and diplomas; in creativity, he'll require recoginition; in love, he'll require assurance. Until he appreciates that each of these are their own reward, he'll need hope as his crutch. There is nothing wrong with hope; it is simply the second best thing. For love goes beyond hope. Hope is a beginning. Love is forever."

-Leo F. Buscaglia from Love: What Life is All About

hmmmmmmmm

Oh, Blog, how I miss thee . . .

I have nothing to say lately.

While you all revive yourself from the shock I just put you through, I will continue.

I attempted to participate in the National Blog Posting Month, but that initiative fell flat on it's face due largely to the fact that I was uninspired and completely creatively blocked.

My creative self needs a jump start. A refresher. A revival. A tent meeting complete with a riverside baptism and gospel chorus.

But where do I acquire that? How to I wake up my tired and weary soul in the midst of all the chaos and turmoil that is everyday life?

Let me know when you find the answer.