Sign of the times? There are three houses on our street for rent. The owners moved out of their houses within the past 6-9 months to pursue new job opportunities and/or a new home elsewhere. A year ago, Breeder’s Row thrived and now we’ve got empty wood structures surrounding us. Hopefully none of the vacant houses remain unoccupied for too long. It’s damn depressing to look inside a hollow home which used to brim with activity.
Speaking of our daughter, I think it’s safe to say I’ve been madly in love with her since she was born. “I love you mom” and “I love you dad” have rolled off her tongue recently which means I’m more sucked than ever before. She can clearly state her own affection… and objections. She has this teething chew toy giraffe named Sofie and she says “Sofie” so clearly my heart skips a beat.
Other tricks: She helps pick up food scraps off the kitchen floor after each meal and then politely hands them to us. Her new routine is to play inside our cars when we get home. She likes to pretend to drive and flip all the switches and buttons. Clearly she learned this from me. When winding down the day, she’ll talk to her animals in her crib babbling “ahh-tchoo” back and forth. AW, pretend sneezing.
Real life, stop stifling my creativity! I want it back. Where did it go? Shit, I think I need to attend Blog Camp. What would Blog Camp be like?
I picture a crowded room full of laptops. Bloggers would sit down and be told to type whatever is on their mind. Some might create memes, post pictures, or improve their typing speed. There would be classes about commenting, Bookmarking, posting audio/video content to your blogs, how to drive traffic to your respective blogs, and flirting. You’d learn how to forge friendships with random people around the globe. Where do I sign up?