Today I had one of those days where every minute was pretty much spoken for, from the moment I got up, until right about… well, now actually. In the middle of the day, I had scheduled the kids’ dental appointments, which, you know, we’ve all been there. I mean, maybe some of you don’t have kids, but you’ve been to the dentist for yourself. And, honestly, the waiting room at the dentist is one of the most torturous experiences in life.
I’ve finally dusted off the old twitter and started tweeting again, guys. I know, I was once hailed as “the King of Twitter” (by, I think, as many as 2, maybe 3 people). Since that time, though, my following has dwindled dramatically as I have really slowed my twitter usage. Then something happened around the beginning of February that earned me a number of followers… I was retweeted by the Bloggess.
Right about now, you may be asking yourself, “What the hell could this blog possibly be about?!” Granted, I’ve settled on a weird title, but I promise there’s a payoff coming here. So the story of Gangsta Cockatoo begins at the Pinal County Fair…
Dear Candy Crush Saga,
I managed to avoid playing you until today. I knew a lot of my friends on Facebook were all about playing you, but I was afraid to start because I tend to get totally addicted to puzzle games (there was an ugly Tetris-related incident in ’91… I’d rather not get into it).
But today my ex begged me to play it so I could send her lives. So I did… and while I was sending out lives I went ahead and started playing some levels… and discovered that I may very well be the GREATEST CANDY CRUSH PLAYER OF ALL TIME!
I’ve been holding off on writing this blog for a while now. This is a very, very personal story, and as I’ve said before, I tend to keep this blog at arms-length from my real life. I lean on sarcasm and wit to avoid getting too real. However, some time ago I made a comment on another blog about how my daughter struggled to learn to read. The response to that comment was a number of people asking to hear the full story. So, here it is… the story of how I taught my daughter to read.
Six months off. Six months without so much as a word from me on social media, my blog… anything. What the hell was that all about?
Mostly, it was about really NOT feeling it. I just wasn’t there. I even felt like my Snowden blog was phoned in, and for that I made a conscious decision to take half a year off. But, in all honesty, I should have returned on January first, not the fifteenth. What can I say? I’m a procrastinator by nature… but then you already knew that.
So here I am again. And I’m on a mission: to post a blog a week for the remainder of the year. That’s fifty blogs for 2014… I know some people who crank out 50 blogs in a month. That should be easy, right? Well, it will be… so long as I continue to FEEL it and not phone it in.
It’s been a couple of weeks since I posted anything. I know… and I’m sorry. I’ve had a lot going on, but mostly I haven’t felt all that funny, and when I HAVE felt funny, I’ve funneled it into other projects I have in the works. That’s not a teaser. Okay technically I suppose hinting at “other projects” sounds a bit like a teaser, but it’s not meant to be. Just… never mind. Forget I said that. The point is, I’m here now with another helpful blog to teach you all something important to learn.