: why doesn’t this thing go? :
The engine started right up this morning, virtually roared to life, vroom. I put it in gear, I stepped on the gas, and the wheels locked tight. Isn’t that great?
I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this. I’d planned for a change of scenery at least. Maybe not a thrill ride, but a pleasant little jaunt into fresh territory. But, nope, not gonna happen. My mistake, I believe, was taking time off, too much time off. Now, I’ve lost my mojo.
How long’s it been since a decent, engaging post appeared in this space, you ask? Well, I had to check, scroll back weeks, all the way to December to find anything I’d consider enjoyable. And even then I had to lower the bar of enjoyable to acceptable. This is incredibly discouraging, of course, but is not insurmountable. Just frustrating. So, please, bear with me through this hair-pulling, tooth-gnashing time of inactivity. It will end, as surely as winter and hangovers. My enthusiasm will bloom again.
I swear.
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Don’t worry, your mojo will come back! #StayStrong
BTW sry if this sounds a bit scummy but I am a new blogger and Pleeeeaaase can you give me a shoutout
Nevermind I’ll stop typing😂
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📣 How’s that for a shout out, eh? Good luck, you’ll do great 👍
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Thanks!
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Of course :o)
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Oh my lordy, thank the gods you’re still there. I was concerned.
Regarding your mojo plight, I put the blame squarely on the fact that it is mid-February in the Midwest (cabin fever).
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I am and I agree. Although I think there’s a conspiracy, all kinds of wrenches are being tossed in the works :o/
I’ve been thinking about you lots and sending good, strong, positive vibes. Hang tough, Barb, I’m your spotter — like in P.E. 🙃
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I haven’t thot about spotting since grade school when i was learning how to do a backflip on the playground with my friends. No P.E. teachers in sight – we just knew to safeguard against injury. Thanks for bringing back this memory, because it’s a good one. Also thanks for being my spotter :)
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All day long, kiddo, all day long.
But I have to ask: you didn’t have spotters for the trampoline and the other tumbling silliness?
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Yes, yes. That too. LOVED going nuts on the trampoline!!!
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Wasn’t that a gas? I always wondered what genius put them on a balcony. Teenagers + trampolines + open balcony = lawsuit.
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And the boys playing basketball down below, so the higher I jumped on the trampoline the more boys I could see 😁
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Why do those days seem like so much fun now when they didn’t then?
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Well, I hear what you’re saying, but I do remember those jumps on the trampoline being pretty fun :)
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P.E. class was a bona fide hoot. The academics? No, they blew. In hindsight, though, it all seems so fun and carefree, when I know for a fact it was awkward and uncomfortable. Or probably it was just me, the dopey goofball 🤡
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No, it wasn’t just you. It was awful. But at least it was safe (unlike today, which makes me really sad).
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There are just no words 😶
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You could be like me and just not bother. Of course then I, and all of your Whirly Girl fans would be truly disappointed. I enjoy these little looks at you thinking you aren’t being productive, when actually you are.
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I wish I deserved you. Going to movies and reading comics is all I’ve accomplished this month. Even for me, a world champion underachiever, that’s shameful 🤦🏻♀️
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Just remember…
It’s gas first, then the clutch!!!
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How about a tow truck? Will a tow truck work? Or a cab, I could call one of them. Those sound easy and you know me: I love a shortcut❣️
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