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Despite the fact that this is my 646th post on this website – 20 more and I’ll hit 666!  Woo! – I’m having trouble talking on the internet these days.

It doesn’t have much to do with privacy concerns or safety or any of the various other reasons people cite to explain why they choose not to share the mundane details of their lives.  Because I know you guys want to hear all about everything I do, because I’m such a fascinating person, what with my chatter about the zombie apocalypse and my never-ending need to share pictures of my kids.

Here’s what it is: I’m superstitious.

There are things going on, but I don’t want to talk about them.  Whenever I sit down and start typing something to post here, I get about 100 words in and realize I can’t say this thing, or that thing sounds whiny and ungrateful for all the wonderful things I have in my life, and this thing shows a little too much optimism and invites the universe to drop a piano on my head.  (That’s what the universe does when it wants to put someone in their place, right?  Drop pianos?  Or am I thinking of something else?  Like that scene in Zombieland where the lady uses a piano to crush a zombie?  Aaaaand there I go with the zombie talk again.)

So.  Mostly I just wanted to say that I’m still here, and I’m still taking pictures of my kids – and you will at some point be assaulted with an avalanche of those photos, I’m sure.  Things are (maybe? hopefully? please?) happening on the job-search front for Rob, but I don’t want to jinx anything by saying anything specific. Most people in my house are healthy for the moment (except I think I might have a sinus infection, but whatever), and I have my own plans for the future that I’m also afraid to jinx.  (Don’t get your hopes up, though, it’s not that book that I so arrogantly claimed I would write by June.  Only two months to go, so I’d better get cracking to avoid all those punches to the face!  Or maybe I should take more naps between now and then so I’m all rested up and better able to heal.)

(How many more times will I use parentheses in this post anyway?)


Reader Comments (4)

Remember that time I said I had pretty much accepted a childless life? No piano dropped on my head, but pretty damn close. So I totally understand the superstition.

April 8, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterPammeey

Wow! I finally got one of your zombie references! Ya know, not because they're usually obscure, but because I'm not the zombie fan I should be if I want to hang around you. But I did thoroughly enjoy Zombieland (and Walking Dead).

(Glad things are looking up enough to not want to jinx them, but we'll keep it parenthetical since jinxes don't work on what's between the parens.) (Or so I'm told.)

I'm just glad nobody has dropped a piano on your head yet. Because I've grown fond of you. {And now I want to go re-watch Advnetureland AND the walking dead.} {And I've pointed this out before on my blog- you can say ANYTHING you want as long as it's in parentheses. You're safe! The universe can't hear you that way,}. {Or in MY case, brackets.} {Because they look prettier.}

April 9, 2011 | Unregistered Commenterrkmama

(I hope the job-front and your future-plans stuff goes sooooo smoothly!) Shhhhhh, universe. Nothing happening here. Move on!

April 9, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterSara

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