Procrastinators meet every other, whenever

I am actually completing a blog from 2010 today.  I did a “10 Things I Hate” blog, actually chopped it into two posts and still never got around to #9 and #10.

I think a three year procrastination deserves some sort of award.  Or medal, or something.  That has to be a record. Oh wait, there’s my crown…

This is SO me.

So, without further ado,

#9 – Bra’s
Sorry fellas, even though feel free to chime in with your issues with the over the shoulder boulder holder as well.  Why does it take a nuclear physicist to find me the right bra size?  For that matter why can’t I find MY correct bra size???  I buy a bra that seems to fit, bring it home.  The next day by 10 a.m. I realize there is a metal spike in my back that is determined to carve out, “HELP ME” in tiny scrapes.

My old bra broke that actually did all the things I need my bra to do.  (This was not out of constant use and abuse just about every work day for three years.  Nope, not the reason.)

I had to use a pretty, lace, scratchy, push up bra.  I took it off tonight and BAM, I have craters in my shoulders.  Valleys where the straps dug into me like they were pannin for gold.  Ugggh, time to go bra shopping.

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#10 – Can you believe I got nothin?  I have squat.  

Wait for it.  Writers block!  That’s it.  No, I am not just trying to fill space, I swear it just came to me as I was typing it out.  I have also noticed recently that I can’t remember things as well as I used to.  Not, in a severe, lets jaunt over to the Neurologist forgetting, but that old adage about walking into a room and forgetting why.  That has been me lately.  Writer’s Block and the attention span of a gnat. Two for the price of one.

Sounds to me like an excuse for a vacation.  Clear the mind.  Then we can all laugh along here when all the goo falls out on future posts.

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Truth. It’s what’s for dinner.

One more,

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Ha! God I miss these comics.

As always,

Woman on Pause

A Re-Introduction.

Hi.  My name is Sarah. Remember me?  I used to write kick ass blog posts and short stories.  Forever and a damned day ago.  (See below for kick-ass-ness)

I have been gone a while.  A really long while.  At least from this or any blog for that matter. You will be thrilled to know I have been in a remote tropic locale enjoying the warm breeze and relaxing on a beach with a good book and a cocktail.  I even thought to include a picture of my hiatus.

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I know what you are thinking.  How dare that bitch come here and brag about her hiatus, whatever the hell that is.

This was a doodle I did the other day while on the phone.  I have not been on hiatus, vacation, sabbatical, or even been jaunting.  I have been a wife, a mom, and a worker bee.  And I had the largest writers block known to man.  I just couldn’t write.

Anything.

I think I got a case of the scared’s.  Yes Scared-s.  It is a word.  Well, it is my word.

Hell I didn’t even finish the doodle.

But, I am working my way back to my cozy home in my head where all the writing spills out here.  Two blogs. One day. This my friend is a trend.

Granted, these aren’t exactly “Think Pieces” that are going to change how you feel about a current issue we all hold close to our hearts.

Very rarely will this blog do that anyway.  Even on it’s best day.  I like to write & I like to laugh.  I also like to use the Ampersand.

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Why yes, I did get my hair cut! Aren’t you the sweetest for noticing!!

Glad to meet you all again, you nameless faceless readers.  You have been missed.

I leave you today with a self portrait I painstakingly sketched over about a year.  I did it in charcoal and ink.  Enjoy and I will see YOU and yes even you in the back, very very soon.

As Always,

Woman on Pause

P.S.  I know that the events yesterday in Boston are heavily on everyone’s minds, including my own.  I was going to address it, but what more can be said at this point.  I hope that those injured are recovering, justice is served, and that the families who lost are comforted as much as can be expected at this time.

SMH.