Quit scaring me off! I can’t take it anymore! I miss tapping and tapping and tapping away at my keys. See, what happens is that I don’t blog for a while – usually cuz stuff comes up. And then I don’t blog, because, I feel an itsy bitsy out of touch with the whole medium, so I delay. And then I balk. And pretty soon, it’s been forever and a day since I had my way with this here ol’ keyboard. And by that time, I’m just sure that I can’t do it. Me? Blog? About what? What will I say? Whatever will I write about? And the fear grows and it grows and it grows and I cower in the corner, feeding my blog-hungering soul with endless mini-blogging, or the addiction we all love so much – Twitter! And then I’m reduced to nothing more than a ‘Twitter blogger’. A Twitter blogger? And that’s it? Are you serious? How lame is that? Gah!

Well, and another part of the problem is that I’ve been hanging out with and listening to and learning from some pretty successful marketing people. I’m learning a LOT from them. A lot of times, I’m just getting swept up in the industry gossip. And let me tell you, that can be quite entertaining. Anyway, though, reading and learning from these people is great, but, it’s making me think that I need to sound just so and I need to write just so – you know? Well – pshaw! I just need to jump back into the game – period. If you’re not in the game, you’re not in the game. And besides that, this is not a marketing blog.

So, look here, dear, sweet blog ‘o mine – you are mine and I’m not afraid of you. Nope. No sir. And as is apparent by this post, I’m not afraid to mindlessly babble on you, either! So there! Take that, you big, scary blog!

BOO!

Whew! That feels so much better! Blog, blog, blog – that’s what I do. That’s what I do. Oh yeah. It would feel even better if I didn’t have a migraine starting, but, hey – them’s the breaks, right?

My son and I watched a few too many episodes of Burn Notice this afternoon, and my head is revolting. We just kept watching one episode after another – we couldn’t stop. My sister-in-law had recommended it to me, and I marched right over to Hulu to check it out! And boy, was she right that I might like it! I shouldn’t, however, watch TV in the afternoon. Or the morning. Or too early in the evening. Every now and then I can get away with it, but, generally – I’m in for a migraine if I don’t wait until night time. My silly migraine head and all of its ridiculous rules by which I have to live.

I recently told the eye doctor about the ‘TV rule’ and he was really surprised. He’d never heard anyone say such a thing. I bet he could learn a lot about migraines from talking to me for a while. I dance my way around them all the time.

Shawn is dying to continue watching more episodes of my handsome new boyfriend, Michael Westin. *SWOON* He is so cute! I think I’ll give him the computer so he can watch and I’ll go lie down. I am in the middle of a great Janet Evanovich novel. If I rest for a little while quietly, maybe my head will be generous enough to let me read for a little while.

All I know is that I’m happy I poured out this ridiculous, meandering, nonsensical post. This is my blog and my words should be on it. Whether profound or shallow, whether thoughtfully researched or just spilled out of my spasmodic brain – they should just be on here!