Monday, June 22, 2009

Still here STOP

No, I haven't fallen off of the earth... although I've been very close to the edge lately. So much has happened in the last few months, so many things I could have blogged about, and yet every time I sit down to write I have no words. I have always been a dysfunctional journalist... most girls who keep journals write down their deepest secrets, fondest hopes, and greatest emotional moments... My childhood journals were detailed accounts of days in which nothing happened. For the emotional times of my life... my parents divorcing, moving, all of Junior High... there is no record. I just couldn't write about things that really mattered to me. My friends and regular readers of this blog probably aren't surprised at all by this little revelation. If I stop talking or writing it usually means that something is going on and when I finally write about what's been happening in my life it's with the skill of a telegraph operator.

"Rain over working in the garden STOP worrying about job and money STOP Zane failing classes girlfriend a problem grounded STOP dining room my new office love it STOP girls growing up too fast STOP Ian and girlfriend fighting STOP girlfriend suicide threat STOP I visit scary apartment STOP More fighting STOP Ian moves home for awhile living in my office STOP dishwasher and computer die STOP Delaney's friends to new school next year STOP Taylor finishes jr hi looks like she's 20 at grad dance STOP Zane's grades up test scores amazing STOP now I have two kids in high school STOP I'm old STOP bought a new computer STOP"

There you go.. three months of blogging in one economical paragraph. Exciting isn't it? I will expand on some of this later but today I just need to break through my stage fright and get something posted to the blog!

Over and out.


Sarah said...

LOL girl!!! That worked - maybe I should try fewer words (good luck there right)!!! So glad you are back I have missed you!!! So sorry your life has been crazy. Not everyone blogs the same way - I do love the way you do. Hang in there and breathe!! Hugs, Sarah

Leeann said...

I love this very creative way of catching us up on everything. Thank you!

I am so much the same way, gina. I am rendered silent and paralyzed when things aren't going well. I have always thought I should have another secret, private blog that I tell no one about and use that as well for those times.

Either way, glad you are back. Sounds like Zane is back on the right foot (well done all of you!) and the girls are fine although growing! Is Ian still with you?

Don't be a stranger. I really miss you.

Laura/CenterDownHome said...

Glad you surfaced, Gina. :)

That's what it feels like for me, these times of surfacing to blog a bit, then being pulled under by life again.

Remember that opening scene from Jaws? Kinda like that, huh?

B2 C2 2009 said...

Yay - Stop. No Wait - don't stop! Lots of love!!

JCK said...

And a very clever way of dropping back in it is! I was proud of myself for getting the blog title right away. That it was a telegram. And then I felt old that I got it. :)

Suicide threat note sounds like a lot, among other things!

dkuroiwa said...

So glad you are back....I was wondering how things were going with Ian...and a bit more worried about the other kids...but oh so glad to know that all are doing good. and that you, my dear, are also hanging in there.
Was good to see your name highlighted in my bloglist this evening!!
Thanks for the catch-up!!

*does anyone actually send telegrams anymore?!?!

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

That was so clever.

It sounds like you have your plate full. I have two friends that I know are in trouble when they quit calling. Me, I can't shut up.

Cheri @ Blog This Mom! said...

That? Was a paragraph of awesomeness. I find it quite challenging to tackle the bigger subjects, but I guess that's to be expected. You did a great job with it.

Karen MEG said...

Well, I feel all caught up now ;)!
Glad to see you're back, still holding the fort, that was a crazy busy few months indeed!

And no, you're not old.