why I blog

So, I’m not a political blogger.  I just blog whatever’s on my mind.  I’m not a political blogger because my views are my views and I don’t want to shove them down anyone’s throat and I’m a lover, not a fighter.  I love politics, always have, but if I had wanted to go into politics, I would have.  I’m at least going to apply to be a political pundit on CNN so I can spend time with Anderson Cooper.  CNN needs me.  Seriously, they need a fiery redhead who would flirt with Anderson.  He’s my boo.

Anyway, back to the blog.  I’m too ADD to write on one subject.  I started out writing a scrapbooking blog, but I trailed off.  Big shock there.  My friends know I can’t have a conversation without going down a side road.  For example, Megan called a few minutes ago to discuss our trip for tomorrow.  She was asking what time I’m picking her up, then I told her about the jeans I got from Lane Bryant and she told me about how today there is a 20% off sale on top our coupon we get in the mail.  Then we talked about what we’re wearing for the trip and how I’d like a new pair of black knit pants (my fave scrapbook attire), but I have to get the Lane Bryant cropped pants because the regular ones are a foot too long for me.  Have I mentioned I’m short, yes I have.  Never did figure out what time I’m picking her up.  This happens all the time.

Like I’ve said numerous times, I have a great memory, but it is extremely limited.  I know that doesn’t make sense, but just go with me on this one.  At some point everyday I walk into a room and have no idea why I needed to be there.  I know this is a common thing for lots of people, really, but I do it a lot.  I forget to take off my makeup at least once a week before going to bed.  I’ve left the house in slippers several times and had to go back for shoes.  I frequently take off the earring on my right ear to talk on the phone, putting it down in a random place and find it days later.  Because I take my right earring out so often, I have discovered I’m wearing one earring while in the car while I’m applying lipstick.  Oh, and because I rarely remember to bring my purse in from the car, I have to apply lipstick in the car because that’s where all my lipsticks are.  All 30 of them that are mostly variations of the same rusty reddish-brown color.  I buy the same lipsticks over and over because I can’t remember which ones I have.  Don’t ask me how many tubes of L’Oreal French Toast (or Cinnamon Toast or whatever it’s called) I have.  I can’t remember what it’s called, so I keep buying it — here’s how dumb I am — I peruse the L’Oreal lipsticks at Target all the time because I love their colors, every time I see French Toast (or whatever) I think, “Oooo-that color would look really good on me.”  No joke, moron, that’s because you’re wearing it and you already have 7 or 8 of that color.   I have enough to last me the next decade, I’m sure.

But, I can remember what my bff from highschool was wearing when we met.  I can quote Shakespeare word for word.  I know every line of Pretty in Pink.  I was in a department store (it was Beall-Ladymon, not sure if I spelled that correctly) when I first heard “Nowhere Man” by the Beatles and that was my introduction to my favorite band.  I can recall conversations from almost 20 years ago and tell you where the conversation took place. No one else remembers, so why do I?  A good memory is a blessing and a curse.  I can’t forget things I’d like to forget.  A good memory is sometimes overrated.  Especially when you remember stupid junk.  My first highschool boyfriend wore Polo cologne and chewed Juicy Fruit gum.  A boy in 8th grade told me I bounced when I walked — I thought he was referencing my cheery disposition, that was not the case.  My stalker from college never game me back my Fleetwood Mac cd.  Why do I think of that when I hear a Fleetwood Mac song?

I’m not crazy.  My brain just doesn’t stop.  Like, ever.  So, that’s why this blog is so scatter-brained.  It’s pretty much like me.  If I see something funny from a website I want to share it with you.  If I feel like live-blogging the election results, I’ll go with it.  When a song’s been on my mind lately, I’ll tell you about it.  If I’ve done a scrapbook layout I really liked, I’ll post it.  If I’ve done something really stupid, you know I’ll post that.  If something is bothering me, I’ll tell you about it.  Chances are there’s one or two of you out there who may relate, but I don’t know.  I know some of my readers in real life, but I’ve never met a bunch of you and chances are we’ll never be sitting next to each other on a plane or have lunch together.  And that’s okay.  But, if you’re sitting on a plane one day or waiting for your number to be called at the DMV and you see a chubby redhead who seems preoccupied with her thoughts and probably talking to herself out loud or singing “Kind and Generous” or “Positively Lost Me” quietly to herself and writing in a pink croco datebook, it may be me.

I’ll be in Birmingham for the next few days, but bringing my laptop, so I may post.  Y’all be good and I’ll talk to ya later.