Like a favorite pair of jeans

Sometimes I just think, "Geeze Chris, just shut this old excuse for a blog down. It has run it's course, jumped the shark, so to speak."

But then I just can't. This place is kind of like a favorite old pair of jeans. Even though I haven't worn them in a while, they are still mine.

I look at them daily as I venture in to get clothes. I remember how soft they felt from being washed so many times. I remember how they made me feel when I put them on, how they fit like they were made for me. I just can't bear to throw them out, or give them away.

I always think, I'll wear them again. I'll love them again, my ass will look fabulous in them again. And so they sit, quietly, waiting for me. Just like this place.

It's been almost two weeks since I last posted. Sad thing is, even after all that time I have absolutely nothing to write about.

I tried, oh how I tried, to write everyday. I logged in daily, hoping my writing quality and quantity would become a little richer, maybe even require a little less effort. Nope... still waiting for that to happen.

I haven't mysp@ced, faceb00ked, or twittErD in a while either. Am I losing my addiction/love affair with the Internet? Not for all of you, of course. I still stalk all of you relentlessly.

Other than the news, my Friday afternoon obsession session of a 90210 /Melrose Place double feature (thank goodness for the -CW network on the web-) and a few games on P0G0 occasionally, I'm just not on-line much.

DAMMIT! I don't wanna be not into the Internet! How else will I get my connectivity with the outside world? Or at the very least, feel ok that my life isn't the only fucked up life out there?

I think I'm going through some weird empty nest syndrome. Both of my girls no longer live at home, and my son is so busy with football and girls that I see him for maybe a few hours in the evening. Provided he's not holed up in his room playing video games or talking on the phone. Which, by the way, is um.. ALWAYS.

Hubs works a lot, and if I'm honest, when we are together, we just seem so far apart. That hurts and sucks.

I've decided, it's time to be a little pro-active. I signed up for a Zumba class, and joined the RecPlex. It's time to get back in shape. I hate what I see looking back at me from the mirror. The Rex has gym, pool, ice arena, track, and more. AND, it's just 57 bucks a month, which I think is a pretty good deal.

It's time to get out there. Time to interact with other people. I'm sure to find good blog fodder out there, no? Well, we know there will be injury reports, because, hello, I'm Chris and grace is not my middle name.

And Nooooo, I'm not looking for a little afternoon delight or a replacement husband. Hell no, if this doesn't work out, (I'm trying everything I know how to make this thing work), I'm never, ever going to do it again.

I will become the crazy cat...um no, I hate taking care of cats... the crazy chihuahua lady. The lady who yells at the kids to "get off my lawn you hooligans!" The stalker lady that peeks out of the curtained window waiting for the mailman to deliver the one of the 578 magazine subscriptions and the PublishErs ClearinG HousE envelope. But, I digress...

I know I had a point around here somewhere. Must have lost it in all of the jabbering up there. I guess some things never change.