Two weeks by myself and then I feel shame

I really don’t deserve to have anyone read this…not even you… Not even Paul Lynde. I know you want me to, but I can’t even lie and tell you I have been merely lurking in the shadows reading your posts and tweets.

Hells Bells, I haven’t even watched hockey and the KINGS took game one over the blues. (I called this in 2008, btw- CALLED IT. I said the Kings would be contenders in 3-4 years. Ask anyone who used to read my hockey blogs.)

Anyhow, I hate that the last thing posted to my blog is that stupid kinkade post, so I am writing for the sake of it.  I promise to do better next time.

Life is in the way kids. As expected the new job shifted my focus. Combined with all the other shit that is going on, I am totally letting an awful lot of people down. And its likely to continue for a significant period of time. No its true. Evidence: I have an entire drawer full of greeting cards.

WTF Juice- don’t start the weekend with this kind of shit.

I am too tired to deal with you Paul Lynde, go away.

Greeting cards. Drawers full. All bought about a week or two before the designated holiday or your birthday. An entire section devoted to “missing you” and “thank you” and “Just to make you giggle” cards. Half of them with a personal 2-3 sentence note to you already written. But did you ever get the card from me? No you did not. Because I forgot, got bogged down at work or never found time between 9 and 5 to get stamps before your big day, event, or Halloween came and went. (This also explains why there are piles of crumpled post-it notes in my old work files saying “call Schmoo TODAY”).

I have good intentions, but I always end up distracted by work and I fail to execute. The only things that have ever pulled me away from work under any and all circumstances, in no particular order:

1. Working out
2. Lance
3. My niece and nephew
4. 3^rd and 4^th rounds of the Detroit Red Wings Playoffs

It happens, its the nature of the job, and luckily the people in my life are understanding enough to know that as far as my profession goes, its one of those that is all consuming. I’m ok with that, I love what I do. And if I like who I get to work with, then I get completely immersed.

So consequently, I’m worried about my place in this little blogger world right now. I kind of like it here, and I know I like all of you. I am used to making life long friends on the interwebs. It all began for me in 2008, at the now defunct nhl’s fan website “nhl connect”. And yes it could be as sleezy as it sounds. But it was also – for some of us- a place where we met other funny, talented like minded hockey obsessed writers and fans. And for one glorious summer a unique, symbiotic relationship grew where a Sidney Crosby loving Life Long Pens fan, a North Dakotan Colorado Avalanche Fan, a clatch of Flyers Fans, Sharks fans, One Bruins Fan and several jubilant, fantastic Diehard Detroit Red Wings Fans, including one whose grandpa used to sneak her into games at the Olympia by handing his neighbor, the usher, a 6 pack of Black Label, all became  incredibly close friends, and remains so to this day.

This Detroit Red Wings Fan has traveled across country to attend the winter classic with one of her best Wing Fan Internet Friends, and has met up in Shark Territory with all those wearing teal, and Traveled to Ontario (CA) with A Pens Fan to see the Ontario Thunder in the ECHA playoffs, and the 2010 draft.

I love these people, and even though I have had my share of terrible, horrible, demented bizarre and dangerous situations with other internet ghosts, I would not trade these friendships or that time for anything.

And luckily, through creating this blog, I have met another group of utterly fantastic people. People I like, people with my sensibilities, people who make me laugh and whose talent I adore. People whose struggles worry me, whose triumphs make me happy and whose well-being I care about.

You.

Its probably the only reason I am still writing the blog.

Because it isn’t- for once- because I like the sound of my own “voice”….the 2 hour a day commute and the normal 10-12 hour demands of a typical lawyer job, leaves no time to write this blog, much less energy or inspiration.  Worse, , when I look back at some of my posts from last summer, well. The writing was just much, much better. It was stronger, funnier, more layered, more inspired. I know all bloggers go through ruts, and I bet you all have your own story about how you get through it. I’d love to know, honestly.

Plus, it bothers me that I fcan’t ind the time to come visit your blogs, read your stuff?

Do you think you guys could start putting your blog posts on pod cast so I could down load them to Itunes, for my drive to and from work?

That would be super. Thanks.

Anyway what I am trying to say is that there are a couple good and unavoidable reasons my interweb existence is going to remain sporadic, and ghostly for the next few months. Its not that I don’t love you all and that I won’t miss you. In fact I do very much love you all! So much so that you should think of me as your own special Patrick Swayze.

(yes, it is still too soon. This is BODHI we are talking about here.)

 

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