Shoving a pie in Reality's face.

Blogging every day seems simple enough. You think to yourself, "Oh, I write on people's walls every day, plus I tweet every 5 seconds and I'm never short on anything to say. And besides, I can do anything. I'm SUPER blogger. I can type faster than a speeding bullet and flame comment haters with a single stare." You leave it at that, having thoroughly convinced yourself that this is going to be much easier than that time you promised to write in your journal twice a week.

About 5 or 6 days go by, and the inevitable happens: Reason decides to chime in.

Reason: OK, I think it's time to consider the possibility that you have nothing interesting to say.
Self: But... I'm doing it! I haven't missed a day! And what I've written hasn't made me want to gouge out my own eyes yet.
Reason: Yeah, but YOU can't be trusted. Remember your Humor Cycle of Shame? People rarely find your favorite one-liners as hysterical as you do.
Self:: Well, I guess that's true...
Reason: See! At least you can admit it. I think it's time you threw in the towel.
Self: Maybe if I just tried a little harder to get inspired--
(At this point, Reasons twin brother, Reality, steps in.)
Reality: Hey, remember me? You have things to do, you know. You can't just sit at the computer all day, reading other blogs. And NO ONE wants to see you having a dance party by yourself again. Shouting the lyrics to Sk8r Boi and doing the Soulja Boy dance is NOT going to unblock your brain. It's pathetic, and obviously it didn't work, since you're still talking to us.
Self: But it was FUN. And I LIKE blogging.
Reason: You shouldn't.
Reality: Yeah, it's a waste of time, and you suck at it.
Reason: *nods sanctimoniously*
Reality: Come study, it's so much better! Or go work out, you look like you've put on a few--

At this point, I tell them to shut up and shove a cream pie in each of their faces. Let me tell you, there's nothing more satisfying than shoving a pie in someones face. It's the ultimate catharsis. Plus, it's a bit difficult for them to keep talking if they suddenly have whipped cream in their mouth and up their nostrils.

So, my friend, I suggest you ignore the dreaded Rea Twins. If you want to blog every day, then you CAN. If you want to keep telling yourself this lie, DO IT. I know I will.


Yesterday my sister and I attempted to make orange rolls. There are several problems with this, the foremost being we have no idea what we're doing when kneading dough and we don't have a mixer. I took a food class in high school and learned how, but that was five years ago and supervised by someone who actually knows what they're doing.

Needless to say, it was a bit like Fauna's attempt at baking a cake in Sleeping Beauty.

In the end, we rolled it up haphazardly and decided they were orange cookie rolls. All the taste, just less... spiral-y.

Love,
Linds

PS- It seriously took me 20 minutes to find that picture. Well, I was also chatting, but that's beside the point.