I just need to write

I used to be so faithful with blogging. Sharing what was going on with you all daily and you all loving it cause my life was shitty and made your normal life seem awesome. See, if I write about my daily life now, it would be all sappy about how in love I am with Brian and it would make you all vomit and ruin your keyboards. We can’t have that.

You know what I miss? College. The sense of urgency that everyday I have something I have to be writing and if it’s interesting, I share it on my blog (Ok, so maybe everything I wrote for college wasn’t fascinating, but I tried to keep it interesting) is gone. Not really writer’s block. More like no need to open my laptop. I can’t blog from  my smart phone because really, it’s not that smart.

The ride home from work today was a little touch and go. It’s snowing to beat the band.

What does beat the band even mean? Hold on, I’ll ask Google. She knows everything.

http://www.word-detective.com/2010/09/beat-the-band/ There ya go, if you’re curious, after you’re done reading my post, liking it and even letting a comment, which would be FAB-U-LOUS, you can then click the beat the band link. LOL

So I drive straight home from work and really didn’t have much of a problem. My Honda Accord might be 23 years old, but she goes a hellun in the snow. Tesla is at her dad’s house. It’s my week, but because of the weather she stayed at her dad’s after going for her dress fitting. Now it’s been bad here in PA, today being worse than yesterday, and I still haven’t gotten her back. I am SO over this snow. Come on Spring, I welcome you with open arms.

The snow was up to the bottom of my car door at 2:30.

My mom has been in and out of the hospital. That poor woman, I think she’s been sick since I graduated high school. I don’t know how she does it, surviving through pain. Faith in God. We’ve been praying for her, our church, our friends on Facebook. Every time she seems to be getting better, something happens. The most recent something was her trying to sit down on the recliner with it open. It closed on her and she broke two ribs. Just what she needs on top of being sick: broken ribs.

So I’m going to sit back and relax. Read some of my old blogs (I had someone comment that I seemed racist in one of my posts about Esther Schmucker from Amish Mafia. Rereading my post made me laugh.) and read some posts from other bloggers.

Have a great day. If you’re not in snowy PA your ahead of the game.

~P.