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It's a well known fact within the community that is me that I am a bad finisher. I love starting new things, getting all fired up about it, gung-ho, etc. I enjoy that initial feeling of newness, the wonderment that is a path not taken before.

But then I lose interest. I'm a suck.

Case in point: I have, on two separate occasions, sold both Longaberger and um, toys. No, not the educational type, unless you count learning how good tiny little vibrating rabbit ears can feel as educational.

Side note: did you know that if you tell your 5 year old that your vibrator is a heating pad when he finds it one morning that it'll actually suffice? Neither did I until 3 years ago.

Back to the story. Both times that I did these home parties, I would get extremely excited about selling and would go to all lengths to get more sales. And then the boredom and tedium of running a business would set in and I'd let it go. I had awesome sales with both of these and why wouldn't I? Seriously, can you tell me of one other woman you know who could sell both baskets and kinky bedroom toys with the same fervor? I didn't think so, thank you very much. My secret? I knew my product. Intimately.

Sorry...tmi?

I do this with alot of stuff...I get all caught up in the moment and want to hit the ground running. If I could just pound it into my purty little head that you use more energy going fast, fast, fast all the time!

What in the fuck is the point of this rambling post? That sometimes I just can't blog. I have the best of intentions, I get thoughts started in my head and want to share with the world, but then I burn out before I even write them down. I just let the ideas die.

Same goes for reading your blogs. I want to read them, want to see how your days are going or if you have some epiphany that you have or possibly just to snort with laughter. Some days I just can't.

I don't know if it's that I can't muster up the energy or that I get so caught up in the mundane details of my exciting life or what. I know there have been times that I've been in a funk and don't necessarily feel like sharing (these are the dark days...some of you know what I'm talking about.) Other times it's simply that I sit in front of a computer for 9 hours a day and by the time I get home, I don't feel like sitting there anymore.

So, if you don't see me for a few days, don't give up on me. I'm still here, I'm just bored right now. It's not you, it's me. I'll get revved up again soon, I promise.

But, Ty? I still read you everyday, sister. I'm just having a hard time putting together a coherent thought to let you know I'm thinking of you. I guess I just did.