I can't bring myself to do it

I've been trying to decide what to write about because nothing seems that interesting.

I've thought about a whole post on the glamorous aspects of my pregnancies... topics might include:

• acne on my chin, neck, back, scalp...
• the exponential growth of my butt (I said butt- the "b" word Kitty informed me she overheard me say, "you know, it's the only bad word that starts with 'b'?" Boy did I think I slipped up one day.)
• hemorrhoids (admit it-- we all get them when pregnant)
• excessive sweating
• chronic heartburn
• swelling of random body parts, ie. nose, fingers, toes, butt

I've also considered writing about how much I hate the floor plan of my house.  I still might do it, but it sounds kind of boring.

I thought about posting some organization goals and decluttering strategies that I have thought about completing before July, but then I might actually have to accomplish them and be accountable.  So forget that.

Instead I'll just post a picture of my googly eye.

More logic from John...

Last night John and I were talking about making choices after he had viewed a scary video at a friends house.

John: But he's my friend and I trusted him.

Me: If he told you to jump off a cliff would you follow him?

John: Of course because he would bring parachutes.

Duh.

Another argument lost

Last night John was interviewing me about my "career" for homework. 

Q: What is your job title?
A: Archaeologist

Q: Where do you work?

A: At home mostly.

Q: What type of goods or services do you provide?

A: Hmmm... We help preserve history.

John: So you don't provide anything.

Me: No. Yes. It's hard to explain.

John: Well what it MEANS when it says goods and services is that you provide SOMETHING!
Me: Wait a minute! Let me try to explain-

The more I tried the more frustrated he became and the more convinced I was that he was right.

John: Just forget it.  Your job doesn't provide any goods or services that anyone wants.

Maybe the interview should have been on my career as a mother, except he probably would have come to the same conclusion.

The best I can do.

Here's the response to all the suggestions-- and, oh yeah, thanks for caring.

Tommy: I would write on your blog anytime, but I don't know how to animate a llama's mouth to sync with the Humpty Dance.

Jack: As you know, Bill Supah (aka Supa, Soupa) was our version of Art Vandelay.  He was discovered, named, and promoted by Beth.  All I know is that he has really made a name for himself, a name that still appears from time to time.  I also have a vague memory of Bill Supah and a certain sauna. And to those of you who don't know who Art Vandelay is-- for shame!

Korie:  I would write more about my kids if they ever did anything exciting, cute, or noteworthy.  They haven't. We didn't celebrate Christmas this year.

Beth:  Sorry I missed your call, but really, can't you take a hint? If you need to contact me do so through Facebook.

Meri: Thanks for the lengthy list of ideas.  But I'm feeling lazy and so if you want to read about any of that stuff I suggest you start at the beginning of my blog and read through to today.  That should take care of it.

Jennifer: Your list gave me a headache.  Do you even know the latest on textile research?  All I know is S-warp and Z-warp if that's even right. If you want to read about CRM, transportation theories, obsidian sourcing, and core/periphery theory then maybe you should be reading Dr. J's blog.  Although, your list did make me think about writing a post titled, "How to survey 7 access roads in one day".

Jaime: The most annoying thing anyone has said to me since the pregnancy has been, "Congratulations!"  Just kidding.  The only thing I can think of is my feeling that I am too old to be pregnant and how I think that overshadows everyone's comments.  I always feel like when they ask how old my other kids are they assume that I have teenage children and that I am being irresponsible bringing a baby into the world when I am 35. I know it's not true, but that's how my hormones interpret it.

The other day my mom told me she knows why I haven't felt like writing, I've lost my sense of humor. It's true. Life has gotten pretty serious around here.  Seriously nauseating.

A call for papers.

Guess what? 

I've dried up.  My blog is on the verge of death because I lost my touch (again). 

So I just had an idea, it's risky and may backfire on my confidence, but...

Give me a topic.  I'll try to write about it. 

If I get nothing then I'll know you're just as bored with the blog as I am.