You know what’s a conundrum? When you’re hungry, but not too hungry, but hungry enough to know you need to eat a little something or risk waking up starving…but you’re too tired to cook, and too lazy to go get something, and if you do go out, it needs to be something remotely healthy.

And so you say to heck with it and fix some Hamburger Helper because it’s delicious and comforting and quick. And you don’t have to put shoes on.

The weather has been perfectly miserable. I drove most of the way back from Cookeville in the rain. When it wasn’t raining, it was foggy. Once I got Knoxville, the rain had nearly stopped, but that’s when the traffic congestion started. You cannot win. But the good news is I still made it in just over two hours, there were no super close calls, and I only hydroplaned once 😳

I may not ever get constipated, but I’m discovering I do get writer’s block. I’m sitting here, perched in the corner of my couch, looking around the room and wondering what I could possibly write about. All the subjects in my head seem to controversial. Besides, I’ve already written about the majority of them at least once already. You know, the Selfie Trend, and fake smiles and fake lips and fake lashes and not living in the moment. And how you can be a very pretty girl with a very ugly personality. One thing for sure, I’ve never been too embarrassed or nervous to eat in front of someone. It’s never occurred to me to not order something because it isn’t ladylike or healthy or whatever the parameters are for girls who obsess over that sort of thing.

I’m also relieved I didn’t have any children. Because I still don’t feel that I am reliable enough to take care of one. I feel certain I’d forget about it sometime and run off to the store or wherever and just…leave it. And there’s plenty of stuff I just don’t about. You know kids are constantly asking questions and I wouldn’t have the right answer, and then there I’d be, looking like the dumbest person alive and raising one just like me.

At least I do have manners. At least I do obey common rules of the road. I’m not a total idiot. You’d be surprised at the people who don’t possess those seemingly simple characteristics. Just dine out and take in the scenery around you. People have trouble making conversation with each other. They are dependent on their phones. As handy as they are, I sometimes wish they could be banned in restaurants, or at least frowned upon. They take away so much! At my cousin’s wedding a couple of years ago, the dear girl had a sign at the guest book to please keep your phones put away through the ceremony. A simple enough request, and understandable. You’re paying a photographer to capture the day, and every shot has got somebody in it with their phone in front of their face. I guarantee you, no matter which iPhone you’ve got, you ain’t as good as the professional.

Well, people can’t help themselves, and when the preacher came out, he gave another little reminder to please put your phones away. The lady in front of me was on FaceTime with someone who couldn’t make it. I thought for sure she’d hang up, but no, she just lowered it. I was mortified. And sure enough, when the pictures got posted, there she was. Grrrr. Bad manners and blatant disrespect.

So concludes another blog post about a whole bunch of nothing. But maybe this will keep me in the habit and my writing skills flexible, even if my subjects are stale. Feel free to message me if you have something in mind that you’d like to read. ‘Cause I’m game.

Love from Appalachia,

~Amy