(Edit: As an aside, why does Google Reader hate me so much lately? My posts have been taking 4-5 hours to show up in recent weeks, but this particular post was published over 12 hours ago and Reader has yet to pick it up. Is anyone else having this issue, or is even Google deciding that my entries are too mundane for publication??)
This week... happened.
I think I've just kind of given up, accepted that I am hugely boring, and come to terms with the fact that I can no longer scrape together enough interesting material to blog more than once a week. It's not a conscious decision, it's just...I've kind of lost the plot. I don't know what to say other than variations the following:
Can you imagine anything more dull? And can you imagine that more than once a week? If I'm being entirely honest with myself, I'm not even narcissistic enough to believe that I'm in any way interesting enough for even a weekly post, but I'm just not quite ready to put this horse out to pasture yet.
So, here I am.
Super bummed that Alexis Grace went home last night. Still trying to figure out if I love Megan Corkery (who seems to have changed her name?) or if I find her affected and irritating. My feelings on this change daily.
I went to the dentist today for the first time in over two years, and was astounded to discover how much dental hygienists have in common with Billy Mays. I suppose I was just sheltered by Air Force dentists who weren't forced to make a buck shilling xylitol based products, Sonicare toothbrushes, and at home bleaching kits, but crap. Just massacre my teeth and gums for the agreed upon fee and let me out of there. I did at least get some free gum samples.
Colby left yesterday for a five to six week school in Oklahoma. I
never thought that I would be jealous of that fact, but it was sunny
and in the 70s there today, while Washington is still firmly in
winter's grip and the rest of March is projected to look something like
this:
I want to cry on a near daily basis. I blame poor parenting and rain clouds.
My dinner tonight consisted of a single serving package of pepper jack Tillamook cheese, a bowl of Golden Grahams, and a buttered english muffin. If I die of malnutrition or depression during the next five weeks, I am blaming the Air Force.
I can't even believe I am hitting "save" on this steaming crap pile of a post. But, alas, I am.

Yikes, Angel. Love you!
Posted by: shani | March 20, 2009 at 06:10 AM
Honey, if you truly knew my 'daily routine', you would feel much better about yours, I promise!
Keep a smile on that pretty face of yours :) Hugs!
Posted by: Caro | March 20, 2009 at 11:06 AM
Yes... but... you're going to Louisiana in like, 2 weeks. And you're gonna see ME! I know that doesn't help with the here and now... but... it's a light at the end of the tunnel! Is it awful that I'm making myself the light at the end of your tunnel? Only because your mine!
Posted by: Brittany | March 20, 2009 at 04:21 PM
Hang in there. :) Who knows, maybe you'll see a plastic bag blowing in the street and be inspired (American Beauty style) to write the world's next great blog post. :)
Posted by: Becky aka StinkyLemsky | March 20, 2009 at 08:59 PM
There are little grey rain clouds even in San Diego...and I am blaming part of my rain cloud on the Coast Guard and am jealous you're past this point! You should come over, we can eat cheese and graham crackers together.
Posted by: Katie | March 21, 2009 at 02:56 AM
Surely you have some outside interest beyond work, right? Go get crazy with your friends and bring a camera. Just keep it PG-13, OK? There are tweens reading this blog you know.
Posted by: Jay | March 21, 2009 at 03:52 AM
Cheese and cereal sounds like a bachelorette dinner--you need a hug!
It all cycles, I think. And hey, what happened with the SHOES???
Posted by: Kate P | March 21, 2009 at 03:53 AM
Wow. Are we in the same blog rut or what? How funny. Maybe it's a time of blogging thing since we both started about the same time. We're middle-aged bloggers looking for a mid-life crises, aren't we? (wink)
I was bummed about Alexis too. I think Michael or Scott should have gone adn I could lose Meagan and not cry over it. I know she's pretty, but she's very quirky. Didn't realize she'd changed her name though. Hmm...
Posted by: Steph. | March 21, 2009 at 06:15 PM
I've been feeling pretty much the same way about my blog lately.
Posted by: slynnro | March 22, 2009 at 03:47 AM
Well, maybe one updside is that at least there's no bad news to report? :( This is the time of year when Northwesterners all deserve a trip down to southern California.
Posted by: Becky | March 22, 2009 at 03:33 PM
Don't worry, my life is equally dull. No matter how dull life gets, though, I'll still be reading (as will lots of other people!).
Hope you come out of your rut soon. I've heard lots of Ben & Jerry's helps :-)
Posted by: A Super Girl | March 22, 2009 at 10:38 PM
Life over here is dull too. OMG two years since you last went to the dentist? I go every six months. I'm anal about it.
Posted by: Jessica | March 23, 2009 at 01:55 AM
I read your latest post first so I have to laugh at you saying you're boring. You had a really cool sounding "boring" weekend. I wish my life were as "boring" as yours. :))
Anne
Posted by: Anne | March 23, 2009 at 07:05 PM
Poor parenting is the source of all of our faults, bad habits, and crummy attitude. If only Adam and Eve hadn't screwed up.
Hey, you can look it up. It's right there in Wikipedia - or the other Bible.
Posted by: Old Warrior | March 23, 2009 at 10:42 PM