No silk purse out of this sow’s ear

“I. Don’t. Know.” His voice was very stern.

“Why are you mad at me?” I asked, but I already knew the answer. I was being annoying and I knew it.

“I need a blog topic for tonight,” I had told My Honey just minutes before. He’d offered up several ideas though absolutely none of them inspired me. I couldn’t muster up a good rant over reality TV, dead wrestlers, my son’s persistant nudity or any of his other varied suggestions.

We were watching the finale of Masterchef and debating the merits of each final contestant. We were in disagreement over who would ultimately win (I’ll have it noted I picked the winner).

He gestured to the television. “There you go. There’s you’re blog post.”

I curled my lip and made a derisive noise.

“Fine!” He waved his hand at me in a crudely dismissive gesture. “I’m done making suggestions.”

That’s when I realized that, of course,was my blog post. Other bloggers will surely acknowledge that sometimes finding something to write any number of words about, that will in some small manner form together an essay, that will amuse their intended audience is often times very elusive. Other times, I will have several prewritten blogs stacked up for the days I have writer’s block. Sometimes as many as three fully complete posts are just laying around in wait for the days my children aren’t funny.

I even keep a running list in my phone notebook of ideas as they occur to me, but sometimes even those suggestions, while funny at the time, can’t be massaged into an entire essay. For example, these are the sentences in there right now:

• Bandit: the worst morning person EVER
• Ferris wheels that terrify me even though I’m brave enough to go bunjee jumping
• It sounded like the Viet Cong at our house over Easter
• The publishing industry as the Sisters see it
• Sassy: the social butterfly blossoms at 8 years old
• Dad vs Dinner – it doesn’t look like a donkey.

All interesting ideas at the time, and some of them may see the light of day yet, just not today.

Sigh.

Oddly, somehow this post has made me think of a texting conversation I had with my friend Kurt the other day.

Kurt: Ever see “Scott Pilgrim vs The World”?

Me: I did not. Was it good?

Kurt: Hilarious! The main female character in not a world for world quote, “Throughout my past, I’ve dabbled in being a bitch.”

Me: Me too!

Kurt: …never made that connection till now.

Me: That’s why I love you. You always think the best of me.

Kurt: I believe we both have the unique ability to see and appreciate the gifts we have and offer to the world that others don’t necessarily find all that positive.

Me: I don’t know what you’re talking about. The world needs more derisive glares and potty humor.

So there you have it.  Not a genius post. I can’t always mine diamonds out of crap.