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I love a lot. I wait a lot. I try to find a lot to laugh at. I don't usually have trouble with that. I pray a lot. I'm not always sure who or what I pray to, but I firmly believe that prayer makes a difference. I try not to panic very often. I try to learn something new every day. I spend a lot of time poking my nose into other peoples' bidness via their blogs. I clean up an awful lot of feathers. You can dress me up, but you can't really take me out. I travel a lot when I can find bird sitters and we take them with us when I can't. I drink, prolly to excess, but I rarely get sick because my body is a hostile environment to germs (or maybe no SELF RESPECTING germ would LIVE in my body?) I collect: gnomes, passport stamps, MONEY-preferably US dollars or Euros, red headed womyn and chicks named Stephanie. My Momma taught me many many years ago that girls don't fart, they foosie. She taught me lots of other chit too. Thanks for stopping by-leave me a comment and let me know you were here, feel free to link to me, or email me at jacquelynn.fortner@gmail.com

Monday, February 23, 2009

I Got Nuttin'

Kinda weird.  Until I sat down to write today, I did not realize that my ennui seems to have just evaporated.  Which is a prime example of why I try not to spout off 'in the moment'.  Seems like if I mull chit over long enough, it all kinda either works itself out or my anger/pain/confusion fades enough that it no longer reigns supreme in my life.  Either way, I feel much mo' betterer.

What I actually set out to write about before I had that little epiphany was that sometimes when I sit down to write, I have no farking idea what is going to come out of my fingers.  Roughly sixty five percent of the time when I am ready to blog, I know what my subject is going to be and other than some editing, the post comes out as one 'piece', if you will *looks at that suspiciously, wondering if it sounds as pretentious as it looks* *nods* *grins cuz I said piece*  WHOLE.

The other thirty five percent of the time?  No clue.  You know that old saying that life imitates art?  (Not that this is, by any stretch of the imagination, art, but indulge me for the sake of argument here, okay?)  Well, in this case, art is imitating LIFE.  As in-I let my fingers do the walking.  *titters* *pauses for a long moment to let that sink in* *imagines Innocent Bystander's fingers doing the walking* *shakes self and sternly warns self of impending bitchslap*  Yep.  Thirty five percent of the time when I sit down in front of this here computer I haven't the foggiest idea what I am going to write about, but once my fingers are positioned on the keyboard, they seem to take on a life of their own.  *snort* Again-art imitates life.

Oh, crap on a stick.  I just heard a phrase that can either fill me with dread or make my heart sing, depending.  "You've got mail."  I just peeked, and in this case, it is most definitely dread. You know what I'm talking about, because we all have that one friend or relative (by marriage, of course) who inundates our inboxes with every single piece of drivel in theirs.  I love getting email.  Love it, love it, love it.  But THIRTY SIX emails with a picture of a kitty or some flowers saying "have a nice day-OH, and forward this to all of YOUR friends or your hair will fall out" or the new Obama jokes that seem to be all the rage amongst rednecks?  *shakes head*  I can do without those.  What really pisses me off about them though, is that I HAVE to open them, because the person in question is famous for sticking in a little personal note that demands a response, so I can't just delete them.  I guess I'd better just hush and go start on them, because once she gets on a roll, there is no telling when it will stop.  It's okay, though.  Every once in a while, I get a 'real' email-a notification of one of your comments-those are the ones that make my heart burst into song!  *SMOOCHES*


La Belette Rouge said...

I so relate to your second sentence. I don't know how I feel until I sit down to right. If I didn't write I might not ever know.

I am happy to hear that the ennui seems to have melted away. Maybe it was the Kitty email with the "have a nice day" wish that did it.;-)

Mama Dawg said...

I have a friend like that, too.

I dread the inbox on those days. Sigh.....

Improbable Joe said...

I usually blow out a blog entry like a snot rocket: a couple of sharp exhales, a slightly painful tugging sensation in my nose, and then the release of the bugger/blog.

NurseExec said...

My Dad (!!) forwarded me porn, once. Creeped me right out. He never did that again, LOL!

derfina said...

La Belette Rouge-*stern look* We do NOT give creedence to emotionally blackmailing emails! I love her dearly, however...

Mama Dawg-I do too. It would be different if they were in any way relevant.

Improbably Joe-That, myne friend, gets you SOME kind of award. No one has made me laugh and GAG like that in a long time!

NurseExec-Hmmm. I actually wouldn't/don't have a prollem with that. I like my daddy's taste in porn!

*smooches* to all!

Braja said...

Well here's a real email from me my lovely :)

darsden said...

I have told everybody I don't open that stuff. If it has fwd. on it, directly to delete! Like your new picture :-)