I have writer’s block. That in and of itself isn’t that big of deal, it happens, but this time it is different. I want to write, I am yearning to write. I have all this stuff I want to say. Yet it gets stuck. Like a chicken wing in my throat, I can’t get it to go down or come back up. Maybe the things I need to say just are not ready to be said yet. Yet I want to say them. I want to scream them, record them on an old cassette tape and mail them to everyone. I want to rent a hot air balloon and drop propaganda leaflets from it stating my thoughts and feelings. Actually there is a lot of different type of leaflets I would drop. SAVE THE TEQUILA would probably be the first one.
I often thing in quotes or song lyrics. Sometimes I think that may be the only way left for me to communicate the way that I feel. Yet maybe I don’t need to say how I feel. Maybe it’s meant to be left unsaid. Is this the cosmo’s giving me a message? I’m not good at subtly.
I keep seeing 24 in 1 ladder show in QVC. So I was curious as to what it was and looked it up on the internet. For the record, it is exactly what it said it was, but what is noteworthy is they had an ad that stated buy 2 save on shipping and handling. Who needs 48 ladders? I thought the 24 in 1 was more ladders than I would use in my lifetime. I will admit I’m slightly interested in knowing who would need all these different types of ladders. If you or someone you know would use more than 24 different types of ladders, please comment and let me know what all the different ladders are for.
I’m not going to lie, I do like infomercials. The stuff they come up with is amazing. Ordinary things you never knew you could live without. Yet most of us do. We spend our whole lives without it, never knowing how much better things could be. I have a snuggy. I can’t use it, because I’m short (it’s too long, I trip over it). But I enjoy owning it. I’ve always wanted a Chia pet, because it’s creepy. I have a strange affection for things that are creepy. And let’s all admit, we want to know if Ginsu knives really can cut through everything they say, and then cut a tomato.
I have questions. About everything. For every answer given, I think of more questions. I never got over the childhood need to ask why. I don’t mean to be rude or nosy, I often don’t think that far in advance. I just think well this is interesting tell me more. I have found some people find this to be rude. I don’t understand that, if someone asks me a question I don’t want to answer; I just don’t answer it, or distract them with some inane randomness. And since I’m pretty random people don’t generally notice. The point I was making is that the internet get me every time. I go to look up one thing and then 4 hours later I’ve realized I’ve lost 4 hours. I do not understand not being curious about the world and the people around them.
The other day I was out with a friend, and we were walking down Bardstown Rd in Louisville KY. And we saw a miniature pony tied to a person’s chair sitting outside a bar. I think this sums up what makes America so great, people can bring their ponies out in public without fear of judgment.
One last thought, it isn’t mine, but I am passing it on. The word needs to be spread, tell your friends, your neighbors, the lady in front of you at Target. In today’s world of political agenda and mudslinging many important issues are getting overlooked. The most important of which is SAVE THE TEQUILA. Be proactive; do not let it disappear into nothingness. Go out and drink some today. Have some tomorrow also. Only you can SAVE THE TEQUILA.
