frazzled & frumpy

Words. Words are what I know. It's what I do. I wake up in the morning and I think them. I speak them and listen to them. And, I write them.  That's my favorite. I try to write them everyday, usually I succeed. Some days, I totally fail. But, I always think about writing. And, then, when I don't write, I feel it. I'm sort of tired of feeling it. And, I feel it a lot because of this blog. Because I don't post enough, I don't post everyday, my posts aren't funny or insightful or whatever. I laid in bed this morning and thought about quitting. Instead, I decided to shove my guilt aside and take a break. Three weeks. No blogging. A 'Blogcation'. Then, I can concentrate on other writing, and my new calling, and my kids. And, the Handy Man. (I like concentrating on him.) Then, I'll be back. May 14. Until then, thank you, my readers. I know you're an elite, small group, but don't think I don't appreciate you. Your l...

Blogging is a phenomenon.  It's amazing when you start looking around and find out just how many people are doing it. But, why?  Why do we blog? Last night, the Handy Man and I were at Lagoon, a local amusement park.  While standing in line for the old roller coaster, I overheard a young man behind us talking to his date. "I don't get the big deal about swear words."  Trying to impress, or make excuses for his language? "I mean, it's a word.  If it was in another language, you wouldn't even understand it. It's just a word." Just a word? Is there any such thing? And therein lies my answer.  We blog because Words. Have. Power. Poetry and music.  A letter from home.  A speech.  Words wield power that lasts through the ages.  "I have a dream."  "Give me liberty or give me death."   "I am the light of the world." None could argue that there is a possibility for our words to live long after the hour in which t...