Blogger's Block
Blogger's Block. Yep. I got it. I think sometimes I have no idea what to blog about. I don't always look back on my day and think of things that are blog-worthy. Maybe I'm not creative enough or maybe I just don't care. I blog like I write my plays...only when I'm in the right frame of mind, and apparently, that's equalling out to an average of one post per month. Is that enough? I suppose I could write about overflowing toilets and gas prices. Or politics. Or Britney. Who the fuck cares and I don't want to feed that machine. I might as well link right to TMZ, those mother-fuckers.
Ya'll, I just get tired of trying to find something creative to say.
Oh, here's one... is this blog-worthy? I've been very nervous about taking our new dog Cooper to the dog park. He's just so big and he doesn't have very good manners. And he pretty much tries to flatten all dogs he meets for the 1st time. But today, we finally decided to take him and I was SO proud of him! He played and ran and sniffed with the best of them. I watched him run all around the dog park, chasing a really cute black lab mix...back and forth and back and forth and then...WHAM!!! MY 85 POUND HORSE plows into this poor unsuspecting woman at 50 miles per hour (that's a modest estimate), lifting her OFF of her feet and sending her hurtling to the ground head-first into the mulch!
Holy.
Shit.
Talk about flattened. It took her five minutes to get to her feet. I felt so terrible. She had such a headache. Folks began to gather around and ask if we should call 911. I helped her to the bench, yanked my hoodlum up by his collar and bolted. Jesus Christ. What dog does that? I don't think I can show my face back at that park again. Cooper's on the list now. I just know it...the kid no one wants their child to play with.
I guess that was blog-worthy. Right?
Ya'll, I just get tired of trying to find something creative to say.
Oh, here's one... is this blog-worthy? I've been very nervous about taking our new dog Cooper to the dog park. He's just so big and he doesn't have very good manners. And he pretty much tries to flatten all dogs he meets for the 1st time. But today, we finally decided to take him and I was SO proud of him! He played and ran and sniffed with the best of them. I watched him run all around the dog park, chasing a really cute black lab mix...back and forth and back and forth and then...WHAM!!! MY 85 POUND HORSE plows into this poor unsuspecting woman at 50 miles per hour (that's a modest estimate), lifting her OFF of her feet and sending her hurtling to the ground head-first into the mulch!
Holy.
Shit.
Talk about flattened. It took her five minutes to get to her feet. I felt so terrible. She had such a headache. Folks began to gather around and ask if we should call 911. I helped her to the bench, yanked my hoodlum up by his collar and bolted. Jesus Christ. What dog does that? I don't think I can show my face back at that park again. Cooper's on the list now. I just know it...the kid no one wants their child to play with.
I guess that was blog-worthy. Right?
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