John is having a time out.
I want to be a Farmer. So I can grow some patience.
Nope...that first line stunk. Let me try again.
I think that if Sharon Stone was not so crazy we could be really good friends.
Hmmm....
If I were any cooler I would be served with Jello.
Yikes. That one was worse.
Now I will tell you why I will never hunt the mysterious Yeti ever again!
No No No!
People often confuse me for a dude who has no ambition. Well, they could not be more wrong. The problem with me is that I am just plain lazy.
No. That is not a good opener. How about this....
15 years ago I ate half of a tumbleweed. It was terrible on it's own....but served with beer it became Manna.
I don't think anyone wants to hear about that...
Huh......hmmmm.....
The first sentence of a blog is always the most difficult. If you don't catch the reader's interest from the begining then it is hard to get it back. So let me try this one:
I have been very quiet lately.
It has been a while since my plumpo fingers have danced on my keyboard. I have given myself and my blog a time out.
My excuse for my bloggy absence is simple. I have nothing really to say that would make any sense. (which I guess is really no different then it usually is)
That is not to say nothing of any interest has been happening to me....because I can assure you that is not the case.
Life in Roedel-ville has been a mix tape full of crazy, fun, scary, exciting, and gut wrenching moments. My days have been packed with obstacles that are trying to keep me from remembering that every moment of life is to be embraced. I, like so many other people get sucked into the daily grind....and then that grind forces me to miss the thousands of daily graces that are trying to get my attention like some snuggle-starved Cocker Spaniel puppy.
While the past four weeks have been very full of blog-worthy moments I have found it difficult to find the right words to express my recent experiences. It seems like I am at a loss of words. I have started about 500 blog entries over the past month and a half in hopes that I could continue to tell my small little journey. After all the only thing I am really very good at is telling stories...so this lack of activity has been a cause of concern for me and my wailing ego.
Each time I have attempted to start a blog entry I freeze after a moment or two. I try to write the opening line and then I stop. Why? It seems like I feel more comfortable these days being silent. Often times I blog to help myself process through a moment of my life. It is like some sort of self therapy. But these days I have not found the correct combination of words that would help express the state of my union.
Until I can solve the riddle of my slumbering tongue I will just try and be quiet and listen to what the world is trying to tell me. It is not the first time I have been told to by God to shut up. Instead of focing myself to push the rock up the hill I am going to just sit on it here in the valley and listen to the wind a bit.
Usually when I sit down to type out one of these entries I find it easy to spit out what trivial thoughts that I have that are ping round my skull. That is not the case right now. Even typing this short entry has been laborous and disjointed. (I have taken several breaks...and about 67,000 deep sighs to get this far) I can take a hint. I will stop flapping my yappers and go back to my time out for a bit. Maybe when I get back I will have an amazing blog that will change the way you look at life. Probably not. I am certain that my next topic will have something to do with why I think that movies that feature talking babies are scarier than anything that Stephen King could come up with.
Now it is time for an amazing final line that will reaffirm to people why they read my blog. Umm.....oh here it is:
Er.
Ug.
Nope...nothing coming.
Oh...how about I leave you with a song that will best describe what I am feeling as I go back into my moment of silence.
Nope...that first line stunk. Let me try again.
I think that if Sharon Stone was not so crazy we could be really good friends.
Hmmm....
If I were any cooler I would be served with Jello.
Yikes. That one was worse.
Now I will tell you why I will never hunt the mysterious Yeti ever again!
No No No!
People often confuse me for a dude who has no ambition. Well, they could not be more wrong. The problem with me is that I am just plain lazy.
No. That is not a good opener. How about this....
15 years ago I ate half of a tumbleweed. It was terrible on it's own....but served with beer it became Manna.
I don't think anyone wants to hear about that...
Huh......hmmmm.....
The first sentence of a blog is always the most difficult. If you don't catch the reader's interest from the begining then it is hard to get it back. So let me try this one:
I have been very quiet lately.
It has been a while since my plumpo fingers have danced on my keyboard. I have given myself and my blog a time out.
My excuse for my bloggy absence is simple. I have nothing really to say that would make any sense. (which I guess is really no different then it usually is)
That is not to say nothing of any interest has been happening to me....because I can assure you that is not the case.
Life in Roedel-ville has been a mix tape full of crazy, fun, scary, exciting, and gut wrenching moments. My days have been packed with obstacles that are trying to keep me from remembering that every moment of life is to be embraced. I, like so many other people get sucked into the daily grind....and then that grind forces me to miss the thousands of daily graces that are trying to get my attention like some snuggle-starved Cocker Spaniel puppy.
While the past four weeks have been very full of blog-worthy moments I have found it difficult to find the right words to express my recent experiences. It seems like I am at a loss of words. I have started about 500 blog entries over the past month and a half in hopes that I could continue to tell my small little journey. After all the only thing I am really very good at is telling stories...so this lack of activity has been a cause of concern for me and my wailing ego.
Each time I have attempted to start a blog entry I freeze after a moment or two. I try to write the opening line and then I stop. Why? It seems like I feel more comfortable these days being silent. Often times I blog to help myself process through a moment of my life. It is like some sort of self therapy. But these days I have not found the correct combination of words that would help express the state of my union.
Until I can solve the riddle of my slumbering tongue I will just try and be quiet and listen to what the world is trying to tell me. It is not the first time I have been told to by God to shut up. Instead of focing myself to push the rock up the hill I am going to just sit on it here in the valley and listen to the wind a bit.
Usually when I sit down to type out one of these entries I find it easy to spit out what trivial thoughts that I have that are ping round my skull. That is not the case right now. Even typing this short entry has been laborous and disjointed. (I have taken several breaks...and about 67,000 deep sighs to get this far) I can take a hint. I will stop flapping my yappers and go back to my time out for a bit. Maybe when I get back I will have an amazing blog that will change the way you look at life. Probably not. I am certain that my next topic will have something to do with why I think that movies that feature talking babies are scarier than anything that Stephen King could come up with.
Now it is time for an amazing final line that will reaffirm to people why they read my blog. Umm.....oh here it is:
Er.
Ug.
Nope...nothing coming.
Oh...how about I leave you with a song that will best describe what I am feeling as I go back into my moment of silence.
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