Whenever I'm Disappointed

I feel responsible to step up to the plate. I go and look for new blogs on Mom's list everyday. There is almost something new from Erika every day, but not always. Some people go long months in between blogs, while I feel neglectful if I allow a whole week. I recently heard about a book about blogging. It's called "No One Cares What You Had For Lunch." I do not want to know that, because sometimes I get very creative over something that happened at a lunch.

At our holiday party (which was my lunch actually) there was the normal (abnormal really) discussion about how little (variety) I eat. Marisa was there. Marisa also has a limited palate, so the discussion took on new and improved life. My office mates seem to love to marvel that I don't like fish. They rattle off dozens of types of fish and can't believe that I don't like any of them. Which part of I don't like fish is so hard to understand, I am always amazed. Then someone new realizes that I don't like vegetables. None, they can't believe it. Finally I am forced to admit in full disclosure that I do like corn and peas. Those are not vegetables they always insist. Well, there you go, we are right back to my original premise, I don't like vegetables. They won't let it go. Every time we must have the same protracted conversation. I try to be a good sport about it. I mean I am interferring with their concept of the universe and how it is supposed to work and all.

I get my best ideas for blogs when I wake up in the morning. It's NPR. I just love that program. This morning I composed a great blog. Then I went back to sleep. When I got up, I went for my two mile walk and instead of singing Christmas caroles in my head as I had planned, I went over everything sitting on my desk that's not done. I try to limit my stress, but sometimes it catches me anyway. Anyway, I'm getting old. I forgot the blog I had composed. I can't remember a single thing I was going to say. It's probably for the best. No one cares what I had for lunch anyway.