Damn, I'm Old

I don't know what's going on with me lately but I never feel like blogging.  Maybe because my life has become less than exciting on all accounts.  Or the strange things that once happened in Western KY are no longer strange to me (which is just a terrifying thought).  Something interesting or funny will happen and I'll tell Howard, I have to remember to write about that later.  And then later, it just doesn't seem all that interesting or funny anymore.  You know, like when I'm drunk.  Everything is funny then.  Not so much the next day.  Maybe I should try blogging while drunk...

Seriously, when did I all of a sudden get old?  I watch cooking and home design shows.  Regularly.  I subscribe to magazines I used to make fun of my mom for.  I stay home on weekends and mow the lawn and plant vegetables and water flowers.  And when those flowers die (because I have no clue what I'm doing despite countless magazines and tv shows), I go to the nursery and buy new ones to replace them.  I scour the internet for free samples and coupons and get excited when I find them.  WHAT HAS BECOME OF ME?  Dude, I'm SO boring.  And I'm not even 30 yet.  I don't even have kids!

Sad, right?  Wrong.  I'm not sad.  I'm weirdly happy about this whole "settling down" thing.  I like flowers and homegrown vegetables and House Hunters and Everyday with Rachel Ray and freebies.  OK, so I might actually be a little too obsessed about free stuff in my mailbox everyday.  I blame Shannon for turning me onto Hip2Save.com. 

 

That all came in one week.  Christmas every single day, folks! 

But if I keep this boring, dull life up, I'm not going to have much to blog about.  There is no possible way I can write about cooking and crafts and gardening because I am an epic failure at all of them.  I think I'm gonna have to give that drunk blogging idea a shot.