Horray! It's Friday! (even tho' I only worked 3 days...)

I love Fridays. They're my favorite day of the week. Friday mornings I look forward to Friday nights, coming home after work, sitting down with a giant glass filled with lots of ice and white or red cranberry juice. Bet you thought I was gonna say wine...well...I had those days-lots of them, actually. Way too many and eventually lost control. The stuff kicked my butt, but I'm happy to say that twelve years ago I summoned all the strength and courage I had to kick it back and have been on the recovery road ever since. And it's been one helluva ride, let me tell ya. Wouldn't change it for anything.

Anyway, Fridays are the best. Two entire days ahead to maybe sleep in a little and then do whatever floats my boat. Tomorrow morning I might float my boat over to hunt around at an estate sale even though there's not one more thing I need to put in this house.

Tonight I'm going to do a little reading up on personal essay writing. The little bit I've looked at so far only entails writing for college entrance applications. Writer's Digest has a contest coming up (deadline May 14 if anybody's interested--info on their site) and memoir or personal essay is one of the categories open to the competition. I don't do well at making stuff up, and write best about my own experiences or opinions, so that'll be the route I'll take to enter. This will light a fire under my butt to get moving.

One more quick thing. As soon as I finished my post last night, my phone rang and it was Meredith, my daughter. I guess the alien thing made her feel she's not as nuts as she thinks she is. Apparently, after she reads my stuff she feels I surpass her in the insanity department and that little bit of knowledge somehow gives her comfort. Whatever works. It's not as easy to comfort a 24 year old child as it was when she was only 4. But the point I was trying to get to is that she recieves my posts in an email and I don't know what I did to make that happen. I'll have to go in and try to figure it out, but I wanted to apologize to anyone who receives emails if you didn't want them. Just block me. Of course, I have so many fans and followers, I'm sure I'm driving them all crazy as their in boxes fill up with my stuff. I wish.

So, off to do some research...and tomorrow when I have a little more time, I plan to check out those hilarious videos posted on Sara's site. I'm a little afraid, because it looks like the music is from my time and I'll probably think they're cool and not get why everyone thinks they're so funny. Don't look now, but my age is showing.....

Slack, Slacker, Slacking

...is all I can say about my absence of the last week. I don't know where the time went and can't remember much about those last seven or eight days, which wouldn't be such a bad thing if I drank, but I gave that up a dozen years ago. I did spend an overnight with my daughter Friday, and came back Saturday eve, but other than that, everything else has blended into one big blobby blur. Maybe I was abducted by aliens and don't remember. I've heard that they will do that so the abductee doesn't freak or give away any alien secrets. Abductee... Is that even a word?

Anyway....I obviously haven't done ANY writing. Not here. Not anywhere. And I can feel it. It's like when I don't go to the gym for a week--or more--getting back into it is a drudge. I have to drag myself. I feel like I'm dragging myself across the keyboard now. With Volga Boatmen playing in the background..."Type those words, Den...Ohho, type those words, Den. Keep your miiinnnd on the taasskkk....da da da daaaaaa" Yep. I've lost it.

Alrightee then. I think this is enough of an easement back into my blog for one night. Now that I'm back, I'll try to stay....