...tried to write and can't get started. Bet you thought I was going to finish that another way, didn't you?! OK, maybe my last post was about The Toilet, but this one...nah. I was thinking I should probably post about more classy things....but then again I am a Metal Mommy after all. Besides, how could I resist sharing this latest article sent to me from my dear hubby? Apparently there is the molecule known as hydrogen sulphide--which is found in a toot, to put it nicely--and the scent of it has been scientifically proven to be an arousal for men. They are thinking it could be the next Viagra. This explains a lot. I think it's safe to say, however, that women do not share this grisly appreciation. NOT an aphrodesiac!!!
Now that I've covered the topics of sex, toilets and flatulence, I think it's time to move on. But this is often the problem with me and blogging. Writing is fun and therapeutic for me, and I so enjoy blogging....but often I feel like I have nothing to say. I take that back...I have PLENTY to say, but not always things I feel l want to share with the entire world, or that the entire world wants to share with me. Sometimes there are things I would love to rant and rave about, but my family would not appreciate me blasting them out to the world. Like life, I like to concentrate on the lighter side of things and not get too bogged down with politics, the economy or my latest black thought. If I shop and find myself a cool pair of shoes or an awesome deal at a garage sale, does anyone really care?! I am truly blessed with the fact that my life is pretty uneventful in the grand scheme of things, but that doesn't make for good blogging material.
So, here I sit. I will take a moment to mention that tomorrow my dear son will be eight years old! Eight. That just sounds old to me. Like Sullivan, I find myself feeling a bit melancholy about the fact that he is officially turning another year older. I like him under my protective Mother Bear paw. Every year older brings him closer to the scary teen years and farther away from me. But! I refuse to dwell on such things! We will sing Happy Birthday, open presents and be merry. I love the fact that Sullivan requested sushi for part of his birthday dinner. Sushi and meatloaf. What a combo!
