The Struggle is Real

Fresh ideas for blog material are coming to me at the steady pace of molasses in mud, which is to say they’re not coming at all. I know the key here is to just write, regardless of whether anything printable results.

The truth is that my head is in a muddle. Everything I write feels like it’s something I’ve written before. I know I’m not the only one to feel this way. After all one of the original bloggers put it so eloquently:

The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun. Ecclesiastes 1:9 KJV

I know how to remedy this situation. A week at an all-inclusive resort ought to do it. I’m sure that’s what the Preacher in the book of Ecclesiastes did–booked himself into an exclusive place in Arizona and enjoyed a nice deep tissue massage and followed it up with a 90 minute facial. Seven days of clean eating and meditation cleared his mind and he was able to finish the book. 

I’m open to sponsorships.

My Bracket

I spent all of ten minutes completing my bracket for March Madness. To all my friends outside of the U.S. this has to do with college basketball and who’ll be crowned the best of the best in a 64* team tournament. 

I don’t pay a ton of attention to college basketball during the season, so I have no idea how one team will match up against another. We have friends who get all technical and look at statistics and rosters. Not me. 

I root for the Kansas Jayhawks. Regardless of who else is in the tournament or what their season record has been I always choose them to win the tournament. Even if they weren’t IN the tournament I’d probably have chosen them anyway. Now that’s loyalty. Or stupidity.

Frank Mason, our stud guard.

Rounding out my top four I’ve got Duke, Gonzaga, and North Carolina. 

I’m curious to see who else is into the bracketology surrounding March Madness. Who made your top four? Here’s a printable bracket–better late than never, eh?

Peace, people!

*four teams have to play into the tourney, so technically it’s 68 teams. Sort of. It’s all very confusing. 


My thighs are plump,
As is my rump
My tummy, too
Has a fluffy bump
And if all that
Weren’t bad enough
My face is fat,
My cheeks look stuft.
The only parts
That still look thin
Are my narrow lips
And pointy chin.
Don’t look for me
In this year’s issue
Of Sports Illustrated
Swimsuit Edition.