Don't chose electricity
My back hurts. The logical choice at this point would be to blog about my day. That's what people do. Blog about life. Unfortunatley life at the moment just isn't that blog worthy.
I went to a networking day today that was pretty great. But I'm just not sure what I would say in a blog about it.
So why am I blogging you ask? It's the pressure! I want Jean to continue to be my friend and I'm afraid that if I abandon LJ for too long she will start to question why she still befriends me. I have obvious answers as to why I befriend her. She makes jokes about my Dad dying and calls him a drunk. Who wouldn't be friends with her?? (the great thing is she's laughing about that right now and so am I - THAT my friends is why we're friends).
So I have this pressure to please her. But how can I please her if nothing exciting is happening. I could make something up. Something terribly exciting, like I saw a zebra on the side of the 417 today. I didn't.
I did however see a house built right beside an on ramp to the 417. Not an old house that had been there a long time, but a really nice newer house. I thought to myself (and out loud to the ladies in the car with me actually) why on earth would you build a nice new house right next to the 417? The front porch was gorgeous. It was huge. It overlooked the 417. That was their view. Cars whizzing past them on a highway. Surely there was better land available SOMEWHERE that they could have used? Maybe it was gifted to them and they felt they had to use it. I'm reaching. I just can't fathom any real reason why someone would do that.
See if you type fast enough you'll find something interesting to blog about.
I'm glad my blood isn't green.
I went to a networking day today that was pretty great. But I'm just not sure what I would say in a blog about it.
So why am I blogging you ask? It's the pressure! I want Jean to continue to be my friend and I'm afraid that if I abandon LJ for too long she will start to question why she still befriends me. I have obvious answers as to why I befriend her. She makes jokes about my Dad dying and calls him a drunk. Who wouldn't be friends with her?? (the great thing is she's laughing about that right now and so am I - THAT my friends is why we're friends).
So I have this pressure to please her. But how can I please her if nothing exciting is happening. I could make something up. Something terribly exciting, like I saw a zebra on the side of the 417 today. I didn't.
I did however see a house built right beside an on ramp to the 417. Not an old house that had been there a long time, but a really nice newer house. I thought to myself (and out loud to the ladies in the car with me actually) why on earth would you build a nice new house right next to the 417? The front porch was gorgeous. It was huge. It overlooked the 417. That was their view. Cars whizzing past them on a highway. Surely there was better land available SOMEWHERE that they could have used? Maybe it was gifted to them and they felt they had to use it. I'm reaching. I just can't fathom any real reason why someone would do that.
See if you type fast enough you'll find something interesting to blog about.
I'm glad my blood isn't green.