The Prodigal Blogster

Hi, Honey, I’m home….

Did you miss me?

Anyone?

Hello?

Damn…

…nothin’ but a big empty…

Haloo...loo...loo....loo.....loo......

Between writer’s block and being in the play and just plain having fun with life, I’ve obviously been gone awhile.  Both from here and from visiting my blog friends.

But, back to it.  It’s time.  I feel the need.

 

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Scrapper

I am honored to be presented the “Honest Scrap” award from silverstar.

Yay!

As an award recipient, I have two things I must do:

First, I must tag other people to meet this challenge.  However, I’m not one to tag other folks.  If you wish to share, please do.  I’d be intrigued to read it.

Second, I have to list 10 interesting – and little known – tidbits about myself.  Now, that instruction that these things be “interesting” is clearly quite subjective.  And I admit to having a bit of a hard time coming up with 10 things that I think you’d find interesting.  But, still, here we go – – –

1)  I played Joe Montana (49ers Super Bowl winning quarterback) in football…and made him cry.

2)  The ‘boys’ — my left one is slightly bigger than my right one.

3)  I set fire to a field when I was 6.  By accident.  Honest!  Never admitted to it.  Took two fire trucks to put it out.

4)  I plagiarized in high school.  Twice.  Both were because I’m an excellent procrastinator, not because I couldn’t do the work.

5)  I have no medial meniscus in either knee.

6)  I played sousaphone (tuba) in high school.

7)  Although I’m a pilot, often flying my plane more than a mile high, I am afraid of heights.

8)  I smoked my first cigarettes when I was 6 years old.

9)  My eyes sparkle… a direct result of having had cataracts in both eyes in my mid-40s.

10)  I never went to my high school prom.

So, there they are.  Hopefully you have found a few of these “interesting”.  I may elaborate on a few of these in future posts.

Boxer Friday 19Feb10

That time of the week again.  Joining the delicious and berserk Nursemyra!

Doc Seuss is still a favorite

and

all day long

and

earthquake or sneeze

detail

nice, huh?

Where in the world…

In my continuing theme of shamelessly piggybacking on other bloggers ideas, I join the scrumptious and flamboyant Daisyfae.  Well, not actually join…I honestly would much rather be where she is — sun, beach, relaxing… but must, instead, virtually join in the blogosphere.

While she is enjoying the sand between her toes and the sun on her shoulders, I, still here in The Wilds, must be satisfied with what’s available on the environmental menu.

Ahhh....relaxing...

Okay, I suppose I could’ve gone out an had the sun on my shoulders (it is a brilliant, blue sky day here), but I can take this farce only so far.

On suggestion, I’m going to write my name in the snow soon… no, no pictures of that!

Enjoy the day, wherever you are!

tshirt friday 29Jan10

Okay, joining in again with the delightful and delectable NurseMyra’s t-shirt Friday post. I’m thinking the theme is cartoon characters we relate to in some way, so this one works for me…love Michigan J. Frog — the reluctant singer.

Michigan sings "Please Don't Talk About Me When I'm Gone"

MJF being shy and retiring

And before you ask, no, the bottle of bourbon in the background was not required to post along with NurseMyra.  Doing this of my own free will.

Gracious Helps

I received this blog award from a woman who dabbles in the absurdity of life, S. Le – –

When she got it, then forwarded the award, she listed the rules attached to this award.

The rules are:

1. List 5 things that make you happy.
2. Try to do at least one thing on the list today.
3. List 5 bloggers who brighten your day. Pass it on to five friends. (Please let them know they received the awards with a comment or email).
4. Those of you to whom I give this award are to link back to my blog and perpetuate the happy with your own lists and recipients and whatnot.

Now, I truly appreciate and humbly accept this award.  But I’m not going to do #3 right now.  Later, ‘kay?

But, I can do #1, 2, and 4 of the rules…

Five things what make me happy:

1. My kidlets, Boy Child and Daughter Person
2. My chosen ‘family’ of friends
3. Flying
4. Scuba diving
5. Chocolate ice cream with peanuts sprinkled on top, then muxed* together

Now, I’ve called the kidlets today and chatted with Dear Friend, so I’ve met the second rule requirement for my first and second ‘happy’.  Weather is too messy for flying.  Too cold to scuba locally.  And the damn diet prevents me from indulging in the ice cream.  Will hit those another time.

So, I’m going to create a new page for my awards.  I feel good about getting them (thank you S. Le).

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*muxed:  past imperfect of ‘mixed’, meaning to just mash it all together until it’s a delicious slurry of flavorful fun

Sheepish Yet Again

Well, here I am again.  Boy, do I feel sheepish.

"Baa" means "No"

So why do I feel sheepish promising, yet again, to be a more consistent writer?  We are humans all.  Many (but clearly not all!) with the frailty of wanting to be accepted even by people we know only through the internet…to be accepted by people who may not deserve such attention…yet needing that acceptance nonetheless.  That is downplaying the importance of writing for myself.  I will never write like many of you.  But I need to write.

I had started to type “virtual strangers”, but find myself experiencing an immediate visceral response.  That being that you, dear readers, are not truly strangers*.  You are friends and colleagues in the blogosphere.  Some are closer friends than others, to be sure.  Some are more acquaintances.  But, despite the the virtual nature of the internet, friends nonetheless.

So, I’m recommitting myself ** to writing more.  I will need to knock the rust off of my writing skills (forgive the exaggeration).  I want to write.  I (obviously) have been very inconsistent at that.  I have no illusions that I’m a good writer (although I do believe I’ve had my moments in posts past), but the only way to get better is to write.

I had forgotten what I wrote long ago in this blogs “About GnuKid” section.  That being “…and though I might not have anything pithy to say, By Gawd, I’m gonna say it.”

I need to refind my voice, pithy or not.

I need to get over myself and write for me.

So, without edit or review… where’s that “Publish” button?

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*Yes, many…in seemingly high proportion to my IRL friends…seem “strange”.  But I LIKE that in you!

**No, not ‘recommitting’ as in signing myself into the local psychiatric ward…though that might not be so bad.