I am so envious. Of you. And you. Oh, and you, way in the back. Yeah. You, too. Yes, even you. I’m going to let you all gloat for a few minutes, let you bask in my adoration and admiration, before I tell you what the hell I’m talking about.

Okay. Done? Okaaaaaaaay, we’re all waiting.

Now. Moving on. I am damned envious of you people that have full-time jobs, full-time lives, full-time brains full of words to spill forward onto the cyberpage.

Yes. I am envious of those of you who somehow manage to have a fresh, exciting post every. Stinkin’. Day.

How do you do it? I want to call so many of you out right now. Those of you that constantly amaze me with your ability to dig up an old memory, or a recent experience, or absolutely nothing, and post it on a regular basis.

My brain has shut down. Maybe it’s the new school year, and the fact that I now have to get up at 5 a.m. and be on the road by 6:30 in order to get Mr. Cool & Miss Priss to school on time. Maybe it’s the fact that nothing interesting is going on. Maybe, as I approach the one-year anniversary of this exercise, I’m just out of ideas. Try as I might, I just can’t do it.

It doesn’t help that I have affiliated my meager site with a couple of new blogrings, Southern Blogs* and Blogging Chicks*. I figured since I was southern, and a chick, it made perfect sense. So how do I repay them for their generosity?

I shut down and post a video from The Man Show.

So many of the blogs I read (and omigod how many do I read anyway?) are just so well-done, so put-together, so darned up-to-date. I need to know where you find that spark of creativity on a regular basis.

I’m willing to listen. Just tell me how to contact the devil himself and work out that whole soul-negotiation thingie.

*When you get a chance, go take a look at their blogrolls. There’s some great stuff over there.