So I’m a shitty blogger lately. There, I said it. I just haven’t been inspired to write, I suppose. Maybe my life’s too boring? Or maybe I just haven’t been keeping track of all the weird things that I observe in any given day. Whatever the reason, I need to get my shit together. My brother got me this great book on writing for my birthday in March and the biggest tip to becoming a better writer is simply DO IT! So, I’m doing it.
The last thing I wrote about was my (yet to be announced) brilliant idea of how we’re going to survive in this god forsaken world. I still have no concrete plan, but don’t give up on me. Some things are in the works. If I can ever get my husband, whom I rarely see anymore, to stop working, stuff is going to happen. And until that stuff happens, I’ll enjoy the other stuff that goes on around me.
Like yesterday, I thoroughly enjoyed spending time with my fam for Mother’s Day. This is pretty much the only day of the year that we can talk my older sister into doing a shot. And seeing her do a shot is great entertainment. Usually because part of it ends up coming out of her mouth as a slow drool. Equally as entertaining is her husband that is, for some odd reason, obsessed with talking about marijuana. Which is strange considering he’s only smoked it once and had a terrible reaction that left him feeling like he was walking on the moon (his words, not mine). Despite being “messed up” from this one pot smoking experience, he talks about it constantly. As in, “does this dessert have marijuana in it?” By the way, the dessert was not brownies.
Nearly every single time my family gets together I wonder why in the hell there aren’t cameras rolling. We would make AMAZING reality television. I’m telling you; it’s good material almost all the time. The character lineup is unreal. We have rednecks, people that talk to themselves, children that are beyond difficult, martyrs, negative nellies and so so much more.
I think soon I’ll have to post some video of just how hilarious we are. So don’t give up on my blog just yet. There are epic posts to come.
Ask Heath if that one incident was at Lake Powell in Moki Canyon. and then just say the word “Moose”
Oh that’s the time alright, Don. He mentioned you specifically. 🙂