"Getting Started"

So here I am, a guest on a widely read blog.
So what’s the big deal you may be saying?

Well, this is a picture of me, and they say a picture is worth a thousand words. Getting started is one of the most painful parts of everything I do, especially the good things. I’m a little more spontaneous with the bad things but of course that usually comes back to bite me in the ass later.

It was suggested that in order to get started I should just pick a theme. So I came up with several – I thought about talking about what makes me happy but that would be boringly mushy stuff about grandkids and children and babies on the way and my dog and my siblings and siblings by marriage (in random order), and my many friends (yes I have many) – so that’s out. I thought about discussing the things that make me sad, like being robbed of all my estrogen at the age of 40 and consequently living with body orifices that leak random fluids (and sometimes solids or semi-solids), a beard that needs constant attention, impending baldness, and worst of all a singing voice in the tenor/base range where I don’t know the music, and a brain that just can’t learn new things the way I used to. So singing now becomes a chore and I am robbed of the joy it used to bring me. Well all that just depresses me so that’s off the theme list.

So then I thought – go check what previous guest bloggers did – unfortunately, first of all, all 4 were showing off the insightfulness and wisdom of people much older and wiser than they, (that’s intimidating for us estrogenless freaks) and they were full of admiration for their father (apparently they value kindness to the elderly over honesty, or maybe they just know where their inheritance is coming from) and I can’t in good conscience continue that charade.

I thought maybe I could get into one of my informative inspirational lectures where I dazzle people with words , but I’m a little pissed off cause Peter has used this blogging thing to become quite skilled at the one thing I was always better at than him – the English language! And I think he keeps saying “I seen” only to piss me off. I refuse to write anything that shows his grammar, spelling and vocabulary to be better than mine.

So what’s left? Let’s see – don’t know enough about hockey (and besides Roo would just beat me to a pulp next time I saw her); I only discuss work when I have to; art-wouldn’t know it if I tripped over it; cloth napkins, socks and toenail clippings have limited discussibility; I don’t know any other people’s secrets or I’d be happy to share them (probably the reason I don’t know any); and what else is there?

So here I sit , unable to start. – but I can still surf the internet.....

“I’m starting to think that I’m the butt of a joke the whole world is in on.” Jimmy Fallon

“The greatest amount of wasted time is the time not getting started.” Dawson Trotman

And I could just share that last Saturday night I didn’t mind cramming my whale size body into 3 inches of my bed because I was allowed unlimited and unobstructed views of the pure and innocent in the forms of little sleeping girls and large sleeping dogs.

I leave you with this other view of me. I think it’s my best side .......

love

cory

"Never has one person been a greater force in the lives of her siblings than in the case of my big sister. Words cannot express it."---Peter Rooyakkers

love

peter