So I sit here looking at the keys, trying to pull some enthusiasm from somewhere, possibly my skinny knees.
I think I need to be careful, looking at this blog like a job... it could become dreadful, or even worse - scareful.
That last word is brought to you for my husband. He likes to find mistakes for me, he is such a loyal and helpful friend.
Sometimes, Crystal don't do proper grammar. She wants to experiment and see. Sort of like Sonny with his brainchild, Hammer. How is that go-ing?
Ah, but I am always getting off the track. Will I ever be good enough to get it all across without people thinking I am a hack?
With so many things inside my head, it's overwhelming to think; it has to be organized and inked - before my brain is dead.
Even this poem, it's really silly and really sucks. I don't even think it actually qualifies as a poem, that's just my stinkin' luck.
Al Gore did it recently, with his poem about the parting Seas. I wouldn't really call it a poem but the TV says it's the bee's knees.
Anywaze and any-who, maybe later real thoughts will brew. For now I have beans to rinse and onions to chop for the yummy chili I am about to stew.
Yesteryear this would stay locked up but now that I am going to share; here's some of my goofy goofiness, it's really not that rare.
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