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About a month or so ago, there was a very small news story about the possibility of Elvis and Oprah being related. It didn’t get a lot of attention, but the possibilities were mind blowing. It would almost be like finding out that Rachael Ray is related to the cast of NBC’s Heroes. Then yesterday I read a story about Dick Cheney and Barack Obama being related. Not that I need to tell you, but that would be like finding out President Bush and The Dixie Chicks are related.
It is always interesting to me finding out that certain people are related. I’m not sure why that is. Maybe it’s just the shock value of finding out that two people you know or know of share a bloodline somewhere. For instance, many people would be shocked to discover that my brother and I are related. He is quite tall and well, let’s just say that the similarities end there. I mean I probably have more in common physically with my bounce house-collapsing friend, also known as Brother From Another Mother, but we are not related. Though we do have the same blood type and philosophy about BBQs and Red Lobster.
After the last paragraph, I spent far more than an hour writing and deleting other examples of relations but came up with nothing I was happy with or felt pride in publishing. I have enjoyed writing every day and responding to your comments but no matter how hard I try, the idea pool has dried up and it hasn’t been much fun lately. I can no longer sit down to write endlessly while barely being able to contain myself when I hit the publish button. For the past month coming up with much of anything feels like when my grandfather used to walk 131 miles through the snow in a hailstorm to get to his one-room, unheated schoolhouse. It might be time to write once or twice a week or whenever inspiration strikes. The only problem with that is that my inspiration usually only strikes at the most inopportune times like when I am at work, when the in-laws are visiting, when the twins need food or something needs to be done around the house.
So, I am going to take a little hiatus and hope I can find things to write about again that I feel are worthy of being considered ‘nothing worthwhile’ and fun. I guess this is the part where I quote Douglas MacArthur (I shall return), Arnold Schwarzenegger (I’ll be back) or Carol Burnett (I’m so glad we had this time together), but I’ll just quote Elvis instead and say thank you, thank you very much.
(Now watch, I’ll get a great blog idea tonight, post it tomorrow and look like an idiot…)