Final Demand Letter

Dear JENNIFER GRADY,

This letter serves as your final demand to submit a post to the blog. If you have not fulfilled your obligation by 5pm CST, legal action will be taken.

Sincerely,

Blog Management


UGH. WHAT ABOUT. GAH. How about you give me until Monday? Please?

No. Today. You need to force yourself to say something. ANYTHING. You have writer's block, and the only way to get over it is to write something. Even if it doesn't make sense. It can be a post through which we all learn something about overcoming adversity.

Use the final demand email as your starting point and go from there. This is what you NEED. You'll thank me later.

So, fine. I posted a blog. There are some items I want to post, but I also have pictures to go along with them which are on my camera. At home. If SOMEONE would just be PATIENT... I planned to blog this weekend. SWEAR.

Wow. This blog is dead.

I'm not sure what happened, exactll. The blog was alive and kickin' not so long ago. And, it's not even a year old! Who knew it was so easy for a blog to curl up and die. It's sad. I guess I sort of blame the holidays. Well, and the election. Both took up WAY too much of our time. And J and I were discussing just today (at work via gmail chat) that Facebook also has distracted us. And apparently so has gmail chat! *sigh* I don't know... it's not like there's nothing to write about.

1. New niece
2. P and I are going to Colombia to meet her for the first time (my very first international trip -- other than Canada)
3. The Harry Potter Exhibition is coming to Chicago
4. Trip planned to NY for my dad's 60th birthday
5. Trip planned to Denver to see J and to visit Mesa Verde for the first time.

You'd think that'd spark some posts, huh? Maybe it's the winter blahs. Or the tax season blahs. But I don't think the taxes have much to do with it. I see them all day every day, so I'm sort of used to them. And my taxes are simple. The most difficult thing I have is a rollover. How do you know it's time to end a rambling blog post? When you start talking about taxes (not to mention rollovers). Oy vey.