now you gotta kiss me.
Ok, please don’t.
I can’t write anymore. I used to write really well (or so I’ve been told) but now I can’t seem to find my creative juices. Not only that, but I’ve found that I no longer possess this natural flow. Everything comes out jumbled. Messy. Sloppy. Hard to read. I don’t know why. I’ve also started making stupid mistakes that I never used to make. In fact, they are mistakes that used to make me cringe when reading the writing of others. Things like the dreadful “there, their, they’re” thing. The “your, you’re, and now ur” thing – those types of errors used to make me throw up a little in my mouth. They would actually anger me! I’d want to slap the writer. With a sock full of nickels. Maybe not. But they were annoying. Now I’m doing it! And other even crazier mistakes. That I can’t think of right now (because the point of this is that I’m losing my mind but I’m getting to that) – So very out of character for me.
I suspect early onset Alzheimer’s. Don’t laugh.
In other news… Um. I forget.
I said, don’t laugh.
Today some bobolli pizza crusts flung themselves from my overstuffed pantry landing at my feet. The other day I found food in my freezer from 2005. Yet it seems like we never have food. Something bad is happening with my grocery shopping/meal planning/cooking/eating situation. Seems I buy food that we never eat and we never have anything to eat. Its piling up. And apparently trying to escape. With various restricted diets in the house coupled with crazy schedules and poor time management, this situation has gotten bad. Oh, and add that to a pantry that isn’t very user friendly in the first place and a chest freezer rather than an upright freezer. Things get buried in there. Since I’m not a tall lady, and my arms aren’t particularly long, I can’t reach the bottom of the freezer without actually getting into the freezer. And its cold in there. And we wind up with smooshed peas. Plus I remember the scary stories about kids getting trapped in those things. You never hear about the 40yo moms getting trapped, but I’m quite sure it happens. Families probably pay off the news reporters to save themselves the embarrassment of explaining how mom passed.
The situation is bad. I’m contemplating a challenge for myself – no grocery shopping (except for perishables) until the end of Feb..Maybe longer. And if I do that, I can take the money I usually budget for shopping and buy myself an upright freezer and get rid of this stupid chest freezer – maybe I’ll buy some pantry organizational stuff too. Can I do that? I like to dare myself…this could be good. Right?
What was I saying?