Tabitha Tickleribs

The first of the year has come and gone and we're already here at January 8th. I've been told that I should have done a blog entry on the 1st, but I just haven't felt inspired. I'm not really all that inspired now, but things at work are going rather slowly. I am looking for something to do that's pretty close to nothing, so I figured I'd blog.

Christmas update? Nothing to update.

Chanukah news? Didn't even light the candles this year.

New Year's Resolutions? Gawd no!

I could write about IK's again. That got a lot of comments in my personal circle.

Or Anderson.

A story?

"Once upon a time there was a child named Tabitha Tickleribs..."

Ooof. That's either really good, or really bad. I'm not sure which. I'm betting on really bad. Molly will get the reference, though. ;)

I like stories. Like all those stories we had read to us when we were little. I grew up listening to Maurice Sendak. Where The Wild Things Are or Chicken Soup With Rice. I loved those stories.

And Madeline. "In an old house all covered with vines, lived 12 little girls in 2 straight lines." Who can't love Madeline?

And of course, Winnie the Pooh stories rocked.

"...And this child, Tabitha Tickleribs, who loved yellow, was having a very odd day."

I also remember reading stories out of Free To Be You and Me. Does anyone remember that book? There was a story about a girl who was always insisting "ladies first, ladies first." Or the brother and sister who insisted the other was always treated better by their parents. There were even poems in that book. I wonder what ever happened to that Purple book with the red letters.

"Thing weren't exactly going right for Tabitha Tickleribs. They weren't really going wrong, but they weren't exactly going right either."

Ok, so the only thing I'm really sure about with this year is that I'm going to be in school for the entire time.

That's not a bad thing, is it?

"For breakfast, that morning, Tabitha Tickleribs' mother made liver and onions. Tabitha is used to cereal or fruit, or maybe even oatmeal for breakfast. Not liver and onions for. . . breakfast."

I think I'll stop writing here. This entry doesn't seem to be going anywhere and when you realize your blog entry isn't really going anywhere, that's a good time to stop writing.

One word of advice:

Try shaking yourself out of your normal routine. Have liver and onions for breakfast sometime. You never know. You might find that it's a pretty good idea.

OK. Maybe not liver and onions.

How about roast chicken, mashed potatos and gravy and green beans?