Dr. Strangeblog: Or How I Learned to Stop Trying to Be What I'm Not and Just Write.

I've been a little down this week and it has apparently shut down my brain and left me with this hideous writer's block.

Also, I think in the aftermath of BlogHer, I was expecting to do something.... I don't know.... different with my blog. I went to too many panels that filled my head with ambitions to be a humor blogger, when I can't be anything but a life blogger. I can't write about things that are serious to me in a humorous way unless I feel like it.
I can't joke about the fact that I am upset that my husband flew out O'Hare 26 hours ago and still hasn't called or emailed.
I'm just not built that way.

What I can joke about is this:

And the fact that Destructo here turned to me the other day and said, "Hey, Mom, you need to go buy a crowbar." I said, "Why's that?" He said, "You'll need one to kill the zombies."

Of course I will, young Paduwan, of course I will....

I can also laugh about this:

This little rascal has just been killing me this week with his natural born tendency to get into everything that he isn't supposed to, irritate his brothers endlessly, spill every glass of milk and juice in his vicinity, say no to everything including ice cream sundaes, and push everyone's buttons for the sheer thrill of hearing us all scream.

I am trying to decide which of these shirts to buy for him to commemorate his toddlerhood:

This one:Or this one:

Guess what? I'm leaning toward the latter. Fuckin' gremlins.

But I still can't laugh about the fact that my husband still hasn't called from England. It is now almost 6 am there and he has been gone for 28 hours. He has a laptop that he could've emailed me with. And money to go buy a phone. Our sea container is due to arrive at the house in three hours and 15 minutes and we will find out if our stuff made it through the move in one piece or many. It is killing me that he hasn't called. I am dying of curiousity and want to know how our first baby steps as citizens of the United Kingdom went!

I will be on twitter tomorrow, where I will be actively seeking solace and help getting off the ledge. Wish me luck.

And here is one more thing I can laugh at. Heartily. :) The photographer kept saying to Ann and I on the red-carpet at the BowlHer event at BlogHer, "C'mon, more attitude! You've got more attitude than that! C'mon!" I came up with this attitude and Ann came up with.... Little Orphan Annie? My Fair Lady? God I love that woman! ;-)

And another thing I want to cry about: Please send prayers to Maggie and her extended family, they are in need of some positive energy to propel them through a tough time.

Thank you.

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UPDATE: I finally heard from my husband at 7:30 this morning. Apologies were offered and excuses of jetlag, craziness getting through Heathrow, finding the bus to the train station, then the train, then renting the car to get to the house and 14 hours of sleep are the reason for no call. That and our house is sitting in an impenetrable cellular dead zone. Grrr.