Bloggus Interruptis

Bloggus Interruptis: when a blogger takes a blogging hiatus for a period over four weeks.  Some key words associated with Bloggus Interruptis: writer’s block, blog insecurity, Vegas vacation, beach cocktails and many barrels of red wine.

I took a little break from my blog this summer.  It was going to be a short hiatus, but turned into more than a month of bloggus interruptis.

These were  good beach drinks!

The reality has set in, all that is left of the beach drinks are little umbrellas, I need to push past the writer’s block, give up my blog insecurities and jump into jeandayfriday like I originally planned.  So, in the words of the Terminator, “I’m back.”

At the start of the summer, I set a few goals for myself.  One was to come up with a bi-weekly blog schedule.  The second was to exercise daily.  The third was to spend as much time with family and friends as possible.  I succeeded in only one of my goals: lucky number three.  Three is a magic number after all.

After getting behind on my blogging, I began to avoid it as I avoid scales and balancing my checkbook.  I would open the computer and see the WordPress bookmark on my bookmark toolbar and then gently close the computer and walk away.  I knew my blog was calling to me to write, but I began feeling insecure.  The inner voice started taunting me saying, “You don’t have anything to write about,” and, “Your writing is poopie,” and even, “You know you will be interrupted a million times so why even begin?”  Eventually, the inner voice got to me and I avoided my blog.

The inner voice started taunting my about the blogs I follow.  She would say, “You don’t have time to sit and read those and give them proper comments,” and, “The comments you make are silly,” and even, “How can you read all of these when you will be interrupted a million times?”  Darn the inner voice!

Bye bye inner voice!

So, as I mentioned, I’m back.  I have put the inner voice into a wine bottle, corked it and set it free in the high tides at Hilton Head.  It may find me again next summer, but hopefully I will have some strategies to deal with her nagging presence then.

But even with her on a journey to the ends of the ocean, I still have some questions for my fellow bloggers.

1.  How do you crush the inner voice of doubt?

2.  How do you manage the blogs you follow and give them a fair shake?

3.  What is a good blogging schedule?  Once or twice a week? Or more?

and lastly, 4.  How was your summer?

A Clark Griswold Kind of Day

Don’t let me near any Christmas lights.  I may send Santa over the moon.

It has been a Clark Griswold kind of day. 

Everything I have tried to accomplish has backfired.  Where is the switch in the garage to light up my world?

I feel as if I am heading toward Walley World without a map.  Where is my family truckster?

I have no patience with people today.  “Kiss his ass, kiss your ass, kiss my ass, Happy Chanukah.”

Now, I have always been a fan of Clark (or Sparky as he is lovingly called), and I know that sometimes The Captain has some of Clark’s tendencies.  So, maybe if I recap some of those, my day will get a little bit brighter.  Here goes:

When The Captain starts a project, he must finish it.  He cannot stand to let it go halfway.  “Russ, we checked every bulb, didn’t we?   Hmm… Maybe we ought to just go up there and check some more…”

When unexpected company arrives, The Captain has a way with words.  “Can I refill your eggnog for you? Get you something to eat? Drive you out to the middle of nowhere and leave you for dead?”

When The Captain gets a little down, he can see the big picture.  “WORSE? How could things get any worse? Take a look around here, Ellen. We’re at the threshold of hell.”

When The Captain drives the mini-van, he can get a little road rage.  “Burn dust, eat my rubber!”

When The Captain has an annoying visitor, relative or otherwise, he can get sarcastic.  “Surprised Eddy? If I woke up tomorrow with my head stapled to the carpet I wouldn’t be more surprised than I am right now.”

When The Captain decorates for the holidays, he takes the task very seriously as, I’m sure, he will teach to our dudes. “Dad, you taught me everything I know about exterior illumination.”

When The Captain is packing for a trip, he sometimes feels like a pack mule. “Well I’m gonna park the cars and get the luggage, and well, I’ll be outside for the season.”

When The Captain remembers his childhood, he always has fond memories.  “When I was a boy, just about every summer we’d take a vacation. And you know, in 18 years, we never had fun.”

And when The Captain has had his fill of family vacations, he looks on the bright side. “Well I’ll tell you something. This is no longer a vacation. It’s a quest. It’s a quest for fun. I’m gonna have fun and you’re gonna have fun.  We’re all gonna have so much  fun we’ll need plastic surgery to remove our damn smiles. ”

That helped some, but I think I am still Sparky today.

Here is the fearful thing:  I said this in the hallway and a student asked me, “Who is Clark Griswold?”  I began humming, shrugged my shoulders and shook my head.

Walley World, anyone?

I’m not ticklish on Mondays

I made this statement this morning.  My nine-year-old String Bean replies, “Is that possible?”   Smart kid.

Of course it is not possible, but it is funny.  Sometimes Mondays are annoying.  One of my favorite movies, Office Space, said it best when an annoying, overly happy co-worker (yes this can be me sometimes) states to someone who was obviously having a bad day, “It looks like you’ve got a case of the Mondays!”

Today is Monday and it wasn’t that bad.  It actually was like one of the “throw-away” Mondays in the summer.  As a teacher, summer Mondays are majestic; they are throw-aways since it is so easy to sleep late, chill with a cup of coffee while reading a beach novel on the Kindle and basically just smile because there is a full week of vacation ahead.    This Monday, however, there is only today followed by a four day work week including a 12 hour Thursday.  I am relishing today.

I decided to start the day by sleeping until 10:30.  It was amazing.  I wouldn’t have gotten out of bed except nature called.  Ha.  Tom made coffee and I milked that for another hour while watching the Today show and reading photography blogs. Tom made brunch, and I chilled.  It was like summer.  Ahhh.

Maybe when the kids get home, I can be ticklish on a Monday.  Lol.