blogaphobe

I think I discovered a new disease, blogaphobia. Or maybe blogambivalence. Here's my problem: when I'm at home or driving or out and about I think of clever, interesting blog entries. When I am actually in front of the computer, I got nothing. I blame part of this on not having a digital camera - if I could take photos to illustrate my stories or to make a story (see below) then it'd be easier. Unfortunately, I also have a slight fear of digital cameras or rather my probable inability to operate one.

The other part of me thinks no one wants to hear my sob stories or I feel like I'm being dramatic. So what if my weekend consisted of an official breakup a long time coming, my slight crush turning out to have a girlfriend, a day of wallowing, going to a church I like and staying for a young-adults cookout where every other person in it was married? Seriously - I sat with three married couples, most of them getting their MBAs at Duke or Carolina. Still, I was glad I made myself do it. And who cares that my mower, my sweet precious Deere, got a flat tire near the road and I had to leave it there and I probably ruined the rim since I couldn't figure out why the mower wouldn't go and kept trying to make it and then I bothered to look down and SEE. I also went thru my clothes and filled seven bags for the Vietnam Vets Association to pick up, and put some different storage furniture in my bathroom and hung the mirror instead of having it propped on a shelf that I always almost hit my head on when I brush my teeth. So, at least the bathroom looks good. Apparently when life goes downhill a bit, I rearrange and redecorate.

I did, however, get to hang with the girls of S&TC again, since I rented some dvd's of season six. It gave me hope.

So, what's the cure for blogaphobia? Quit being so self-conscious, maybe? Happy Monday to everybody!