Twenty Days of Silence.


I have been trying to figure out why I’ve turned into such a bad blogger.  I haven’t reached a conclusion, but these are some potential reasons:

  • I’ve been lazy.
  • It’s hard (If you want it to be good–it can be a little taxing…)
  • I’ve been busy.
  • What was novel is now normal.
  • I’m ready for summer.
  • I started playing Candy Crush.
  • I discovered an online library.

I will try, people, to step up my game.  Be prepared for an onslaught of meaningless posts.  (I might need to add “Too Much Facebook” to that list–because I just tried to add a winking face at the end of a normal sentence…)

I have a lot of thoughts in my head right now about Easter.  This was brought on by my husband, who asked, “Why is it a bunny that delivers eggs–why not  a chicken?”  I found myself speechless.  Then I started thinking about all these posts I keep seeing:  Easter this year is the same day as 4/20 (A day you should apparently smoke pot…).  Somewhere some kid is putting joints inside plastic eggs.

I feel a bit puzzled by both of these holidays to be honest–pretty much for the same reason:

People who smoke pot don’t need a special day to smoke pot.  It’s like having a special day to eat cake.  (Does that day exist???) People who believe that Jesus was resurrected, don’t need a special day to praise him.  Every day is a pretty good day to do that.  And finally, what’s with the eggs?  and the bunny?  Wouldn’t they feel more comfortable on some day like the first day of spring?


Life is confusing.  I think I will go smoke a joint.

Just kidding.

I’ll eat cake instead.  (I totally would tear into some Peeps–but those don’t exist in Mexico…)

Wow.  I just had an ingenious idea too late.  I could have said I was giving up blogging for Lent!  Next year…