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8.16.2007

Tongue-tied  

Poor blog. Neglected, lonely, bereft of new posts. It seems I've moved on to greener pastures, that is to say, Facebook. My brain has been rewired to think in terms of 25-word status updates instead of 400-word posts. So many times I load up this page and then stare blankly at it with nothing interesting (to anyone other than me) to say. And then I turn around and realize it's been over a month since I last posted. Somehow I missed the entire month of June. Does time seem to be moving as fast for everyone else as it is for me? Because I have never been happier in my life than I am right now, and I want it to slow down so I can enjoy it! Mairead is learning something new every day it seems. Like on Tuesday, she found her feet. Sure, you're saying, "big deal, so she found her feet. They were attached to her ankles the whole time." But it is a big deal. She didn't used to be able to grab them, and now she can!

And there is a perfect example of a thing that is interesting only to me. It doesn't make it any less special, but not exactly exciting for you to read. Somehow Rebecca Eckler managed to turn tidbits like that into an entire book, I have no idea how. Reading about some stranger's baby is very boring, and the only reason I finished the book was to gather more examples of the kind of mother I don't want to be. But I digress.

I feel bad, I really do. I've been keeping this blog for almost four years now. It's not that I don't still like it, I just don't seem to have the time, or the brain. The mummy dum-dums have taken over. I can barely put my pants on the right way forward some days. I've taken to wearing yoga pants so it doesn't really matter if I do or not.

Truthfully, I think it's because I'm rarely bored anymore. Blogging was always something to stave off boredom for me, and these days there's too much to do.I'm just at a different point in my life now, I guess. My mom used to love to say, "if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all." I guess I feel now that if I can't say something interesting, I won't say anything at all. And so I think I'll put the blog to bed for awhile, give my brain a chance to rest and learn how to be creative again. Farewell for now...

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NAME: NICOLE
AGE: 27. le sigh.
LOCATION: CALGARY, ALBERTA
OCCUPATION: MOMMY, WRITER
ASPIRATIONS: BEST-SELLING AUTHOR, POP STAR
NICKNAMES: NIC, CANDYPANTS, BRIDEZILLA, POSSUM, STARFISH
FAVOURITES: TRAVELLING, READING, READING WHILE TRAVELLING, BUYING PANTS, JACKETS AND SHOES, SUSHI
FEARS: FLYING, SPIDERS, FLYING SPIDERS, SINGING IN PUBLIC

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I'M LOVING: How the Mac's near our house has lime Slurpees right now

I'M READING: All the magazines that have been piling up

I'M LISTENING TO: Fun summer tunes

I'M LOOKING FORWARD TO: Going to the lake this Sunday

I'M CRAVING: Another lime Slurpee

I WISH: My tummy didn't hurt, too many lime Slurpees maybe?
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