That Awkward Moment When…
You just can’t think about anything to write about. I find this strangely ironic, considering I wrote a whole article on curing writer’s block for Go Teen Writers yesterday, but it’s true. Some days I just can’t think about anything worth blogging. That happened to me pretty much every day this week. Go figure.
Anyway, one of the suggestions that I gave on the Go Teen Writers blog was to write about anything—anything at all. So, I’m going to take my own advice and that’s what I’m going to do. Bear with me through this awkward, rambling blog post and please pray that I can think of something a little more eloquent next time. 😉
So without further ado, here is a list (can you tell I’m like obsessive about lists) of some random, funny things that happened to me this week that you might find semi-interesting:
- I went on a walk with my sister the other night. This might not be interesting at all, if not for the fact that we passed this weird, decrepit bulldozer parked on our street with a raggedy Elmo taped to the front. That’s right. Some creepy construction workers had shaved an Elmo fuzz-less, rolled him around in dirt (so it would seem), and taped him to the front of a bulldozer. Caught up in our conflicting emotions of injustice and utter confusion, my sister and I debated whether or not to set Elmo free, but the overwhelmingly paranoid thought of those weirdo construction workers following us home and kidnapping us prevailed, and we left the Elmo there. Sad, I know.
- Oh, I also took my sister on a date. You know you are a homeschooler if… taking your sister out for grilled cheese sandwiches and milkshakes counts as a date because the amount of social interaction in your life is seriously lacking. Just saying.
- Blonde moment of the week: One of my sisters (I’ll let you guess which one) was watching a movie with me about Abraham Lincoln. It was an old movie, and nothing was said about Abraham Lincoln’s death or later years. So my sister turned to me and asked, “Why didn’t they say anything about that. Was the movie made before he died?” Yes, it was sad.
- My dad heard me talking about the book I’m currently reading in literature titled “An Ideal Husband.” He started going off to me and my sisters about the qualities our future husbands should possess and asking us if we’d ever thought about making lists of what character traits we’d want in a husband. His questions were quickly dispelled when he found out that we were not, in fact, reading a book on finding a future mate but were instead reading a comedic play by Oscar Wilde dealing with blackmail and corruption. Awkward.
- My littlest sister Ruthie has been trying to learn how to do a handstand. It’s funny, because it reminds me of the days that I wanted to desperately to learn how to do a forward roll, but I was too terrified of messing up and crashing into something, therefore internally injuring my brain, that I never learned how. It continually amazes me how fearless and spunky she is, compared to the weak, spineless cowards that Hannah and I both were as little kids. Now I’m really wishing I had learned to do a forward roll. But obviously I’m not going to try to learn now. I really love my internal organs, and don’t want to hurt them by that venture.