Month: January 2011

Thinking Too Much About Nothing

~ JodiLea

Thinking too much about nothing.

ConcentrationIt is really hard to get started on my blog when it’s been days since I could steal the time to write. My mind turned into a vast wasteland the moment I sat down in front of my computer and clicked on the “New Post” button. This has happened to me before .  I think that button has the power to suck the brains out of my head.  One click and my inspiration and ideas disappear.

With all the good PostaDay2011 topics available, I should be blogging up a storm. Not so. Tonight the questions about my perfect Sunday, or which album would I want on a deserted island, or do I want to live forever- remain unanswered. I can’t make up my mind, so how can I write about them?

Now what? Sit here and stare at the blank post form? Surf other blog sites? Give up and watch recorded TV shows on my DVR?  Sigh… It’s times like these that make me question my calling as a writer. Am I wasting my life working on mediocre writing that no one wants to read? Why can’t I figure out what I want to say?

Maybe I am just too weary from working 12-hour days this week, most of those hours in front of a computer monitor.  Forgive me, but I think I will climb into bed and get some rest. Who knows? I may wake up full of it and write two blogs tomorrow.

It could happen…

Got Gun?

~ JodiLea

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Firearms

This poster freaks me out. Probably because I will soon be living on the border of a National Forest. Bears live there, and I have a camera.

My husband however, has a gun safe and a couple rifles that may come in very handy up there in the mountains. The problem is –  he doesn’t carry guns around like I do my camera…

It is something I think about from time to time.

A Time Machine Do Over

~ JodiLea

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angel babyI have read A Sound of Thunder by Ray Bradbury and I have seen The Butterfly Effect, so I would not venture into this lightly. However…

If I could spend an hour in another time,  I would go back to August 13th, 2002. The hospital delivery room. And when the doctor asks my daughter “suction or cesarean?”, and she turns to me asking “what should I do, mom?” I would tell her to have the cesarean.

Thereby preventing my first grandchild’s death.

Of course, my daughter may not take my advice. Or the incompetent doctor could botch the surgery. All I know for sure is the suction assisted delivery damaged the baby’s spinal cord – he was too big for my daughter’s pelvis. Something this doctor should have known since they did an ultra-sound that morning before she was admitted.

A senseless, preventable tragedy that only God knows why it had to happen. I am sure he had a reason for it, but dammit, I want to know what the Hell it was! Anyway, to try for a Do Over on Tyler’s birthday, is probably the only thing I would get into a time machine for.