The Less I Blog, the less i blog

Been gone too long. Dah da da da (Sung like the blues)

And it’s so hard, Da da da da

To ever make it back to these pages.

And it’s so hard.

 

The longer I stay away the more I worry about how to come back and what to say. It all comes back to being willing to be authentic, or not.

I’m sitting on my same black leather couch up in the separate sitting area of my Owner’s Suite (Waaawaawaa) waiting for Satellite to download the latest program information that it said it would download in five minutes, six minutes ago. Boring.

I’ve been reading, watching TV, eating ice cream with chocolate bits and soft swirly caramel, going to the lake, playing with Baby Wise One, cleaning, making messes, downloading cds to the ipod, watching too many videos on YouTube. I’ve been avoiding email, blogs, blogging, and putting words down in my novel.

There. That’s done.

Early August, I watched Soprano’s Season 1 and 2 for the first time. Wow! I watched to “study” Mr. Soprano’s therapist, for a character of mine. The series is so well done, great acting, writing, characters, camera work, editing…I thought about the characters constantly during the two weeks I was watching the shows. Even now, a couple of weeks later, I still wonder what they’re doing, what will happen to them. I was so stressed out that I’ve decided I have to give it up. Intense.

I met one of my childhood heros, Ed “Too Tall” Jones. I walked into the Sport Authority grand opening, waited in line with some hardcore autograph collectors. The first thing I noticed when I walked up to him was that his forearm was as big as my calf. Yes, he was wearing his Super Bowl ring. He looked great, bald head, intensely black beard, muscles and smiles. When I spoke, I didn’t even hear my voice, but he did. He heard every inane statement and question. He said Dallas would do great this season. He signed four of my football cards.

Later, when I sat in my car, I laughed and yahooed with joy, relief and silliness. I felt so good. When I got home, I called my Dad to tell him all about it. Some things take you back to Giddy. This was one of those.

My TV is still telling me that in five minutes my program info will be downloaded. I don’t care. I feel great. Isn’t that what it’s all about? JOY!

Keep Laughing! Life is Fun!

Laurie