5 months and 5 days later......
I've chosen to skip my work out and new New Year's resolution of one day to write this. (I'll do some downward dog, and perhaps 15 crunches to make up for the loss). This will be much more productive, if I do say so myself.
A great friend and I were chatting the other day. She herself is a lovely blogger, with many other talents including but not limited to: nail painting, consuming shots of sherry, home decorating, and cooking. (sweetieandthekitchen.com check her shit out). We got together right after the new year and discussed how much we both enjoy hearing ourselves speak, seeing our written words, and indulging in some 'us' time. For the duration of our evening, before painting our nails and after petting her cats to the point of balding, we spoke of our writing forums. It was decided that night we were going to needed to begin small renovations on our sites with the motivation of one another.
For years I've loved my blog, and quite frankly think it's pretty damn funny. But up until recently, where my travel bug (though still infectious) has taking a hiatus; my feelings towards Grown Up Girl have subsided. True, the hilarious thoughts i transform into reading material are entertaining...if you know me. My stories, however, were becoming more of the liking of monotonous, self important ramblings rather than intriguing ides of mystery and lure. (If they were indeed ever these self-proclaimed notions).
A sob story, this is not. A wake up call, it is... a little.
So, in accepting the idea that my blog must transform into something more charming while in the off season of world traveling, I racked the ole cerebral noggin for some corky facts to write about.
Some literary images popping through my head...
cats
food
moving
moving in with boys
awkward moments
health care
... and the list went on.
Reasons against said topics...
Cats- true, I love them. All of them. Fuzzy, furry, young, old, mine, others, every.single.one. (reference Debbie, the recent MBA grad on youtube with the dating video).
Moving- after every move, there is a story; we all have one. Cant find the lazy Susan I swore I packed in the box marked 'kitchen stuff,' only to find it 3 months later in the box left packed in the closet which holds up the other box of shoes "I don't wear anymore but probably, maybe, hopefully will some day."
Moving in with boys- it's going to happen, don't judge me- you'll hear about it.
Awkward moments- for this I need sub categories and tangent bars. My life is filled with awkward moments, just peruse the rest of my blog.
Health care- it would end up with me going on and on about prescription birth control pills and band-aids with the occasional uneducated jab at some conservative schmuck.
Then we have food. Google how many blogs on food there are floating in website space. Millions. Who's to say my self-important idea on chicken noodle soup is worth reading. There are actual chefs out there who are self-important (for delicious reasons) and have blogs (with spell check).
So, I've decided to reformat my site back to me. Guess what? I'm going to write about all of the above and more. You just might hear about my poor woman Raman Noodle and Egg dinner (adapted from the Poor Man). Maybe you'll just have a creative collaboration of cat clips; primarily of my feisty feline Fifi....She's French. (Alliteration overload). If you're lucky, this gal might even throw in a snippet into a little erotic literature. (I'll try and not confuse and/or mix spicy food with fictitious threesomes.)
As usual, I'll attempt to maintain my dignity and utilize all aspects of proper editing, ie: spell check, grammar check, bad words check, and so on. I'll consult a thesaurus so the words I choose to illustrate my thoughts don't cause discomfort or disinterest.
So sit back and enjoy, this is about to get interesting.
