Checkin' In

There are many many things I've thought about blogging lately as there are many many things that have been happening in my world.

Over the years this blog has seen some love, but all too often is neglected. Sometimes I consider starting a new blog, a fresh blog, to write about all these things I want to share with you. A clean slate to tell you about the creative, the beautiful, the inspiring that is all around me these days. But I don't know if I can altogether leave this themeless blog.

I dare not say likely, but I think it possible that this blog could see more than one post a month...

One Word, 15 April

OK. Thanks to Carly and her intraweb finds, here's a blog for you. String of conscious style writing prompted by a given word that you can find here

Coaster brakes on bikes are so much fun. Remember when you were a kid and you'd pedal pedal pedal as fast as you could just so you could lock up the brake and slide as far as possible and see how long a skid mark you could make on the asphalt or better yet the gravel in the driveway.

I don't like eggs.

And I don't like that many veggies. So why is it that when I ask for a breakfast sandwhich with no eggs, and instead ask for bacon, do I get charged extra? If I were to add eggs to an eggless sandwich I would be charged the same as adding bacon. So if the two cost the same, doesn't reason suggest that I could swap them without penalty? And when I ask my friends at Thundercloud subs to leave the complimentary veggies off my classic club, but please add a pickle, they hit me with a 50 cent* charge. I mean, I'm saving them money by not taking the veggies, so it all evens out. Except that it doesn't. There's no justice in the food world.

*So I'm blogging this from my iPhone and I don't have a cent sign on my keyboard. So I
considered my options of a) writing it as $.50 or b) as I wrote it. I chose the latter because not only does $.50 look totally goofy but also because it occured to me that this blog might get some extra traffic from people accidentally being directed here while googling 50 Cent the rapper/badass/personal guilty pleasure. I realize that is totally pathetic (not that he is one of my guilty pleasures, but that I am using his name to get more blog taffic.) I should really get over myself.