i don't blog anymore...

Rocky and mskaz have both reminded me that I don't blog anymore... but it really isn't because of Buddy. After years of blogging, I've slowly lost the fire.

Sure, I still think of blogging... like the time a ceiling fan hit me in the head. When Buddy asked me to step on his back to try to crack it I told him to lie on the floor. He said "No the bed will be fine." Neither of us thought about the low ceiling and the fan on full blast. I sure as heck thought of it as I felt a blow to the back of the head followed by another blow before I fell on the bed writhing in pain. And compassionate Buddy brought me a huge frozen elk stick (it looked like a HUGE oval package of ground beef) when I asked for a bag of ice. He told me "The meat stick will be funny in the morning." I wasn't laughing as I went to the freezer to get my own ice. However, the next day I decided he was right. The Elk stick thing was funny as were the multiple goose eggs.

I even thought about blogging the other day when Buddy sat on a seat in a change room only to stand up and say "My pants are wet, this seat is still wet. It's not a stain." As he rushed to the men's department holding out his shorts so they didn't touch his leg I silently laughed. When we smelled his shorts it wasn't as funny as it smelled like urine (okay, it was funny to me but like the meat stick, in the moment it wasn't funny to him). However, sitting in someone else's urine will bag you a nice pair of Docker pants for $15. This might just be a good method to getting deals at stores. If you see me walking around with a spray bottle, it isn't to wheel and deal store managers.

So I think of blogging about once a week but then the feeling passes. Maybe it's time for a change. Maybe it's time to lay this blog to rest. Or maybe I'll start typing my thoughts again.

But for now, just picture ceiling fans and urine.