That thought runs through my head at least twice a day.

Sometimes I even manage to scribble the general idea down on a post it or McDonalds receipt.

But for some reason I never quite get around to writing a blog post.

My youngest son asks to me have another baby…

Followed by a lecture from my oldest on the dangers of “old women” getting pregnant.

And I think, “I should blog about that.”

My parents may finally be moving back to my town…

After a 9 month stint here in 2002, YEARS of looking at houses, and much drama.

It’s, as my son used to say, a little bit good and a little bit not good.

And I think, “I should blog about that.”

My 8 year old regresses to the 3 year old version of himself…

Complete with tantrums, pouting, and screaming all day long.

(I would say the only thing missing is toileting accidents and unhealthy obsession with boobs but I don’t want to tempt Karma.)

I think, “I should blog about that.”

After a month long stint of healthy eating and exercise I still manage to gain 5 pounds.

None of my spring/summer clothes fit.

This makes me want to eat.

In between cookies I think, “I should blog about that.”

My husband is going through some “issues” right now.

I’m not sure if they’re mental or physical.

I expect him to see him driving a convertible and wearing a toupee one day very soon.

I hope my replacement has fun going to Rush concerts and listening to him snore.

I think, “I should blog about that.”

My oldest son grabs my laptop and completes “very important updates”.

Even though I was in the middle of an online book club chat.

Now my computer is acting funky.

And he wants to do more “stuff” to it.

And I think, “I should blog about that.”

I take my children out for a Mexican dinner.

While waiting for the food they entertain me with ‘Guess the Country Charades’.

It is mildly offensive but extremely hilarious.

I beg them to let me vlog it and think, “I should blog about this.”

A local(ish) man was arrested for killing a neighbor’s pygmy goat.

He was found standing near it, half naked, wearing a bra and panties.

Also, he was high on bath salts.

I think, “I REALLY should blog about that.”

Also, “Thank God I’m not related to him.”

I could go on and on but  somebody thought the scraps of paper in my car were trash.

One husband’s trash is another wife’s future non-blog posts.

Or something like that.

“I should blog about that!”

What should you be blogging about?


56 Responses to I Should Blog about That

  1. Andrea says:

    That goat guy? uh, yeah. That’s pretty scary. You don’t have to blog about THAT. The rest of the stuff works for me, though. And yes, I totally have those random blogging related thoughts, as well. All.the.time. ;)

  2. Boobies says:


    I’ll say “that’s going on my blog” or “blog worthy.” I can’t help myself!

  3. SuzRocks says:

    I ALWAYS think ‘I should blog about that.’ I probably actually only blog about it 5% of the time.

    I was at my cousin’s wedding this weekend, and me and another cousin were hanging out, since we didnt know all the other people. Some people ask us to do a shot with them, so we walk up to the bar and p[ick up a shot. Then this bridesmaid says to us, “um…we ordered those” and took the shots out of our hands to give them to someone else.

    We both looked at each other and were almost rolling on the floor with laughter at what losers we were.

  4. Unknown Mami says:

    I have nothing quite as interesting as any of your possibilities. I didn’t even know people could get high off of bath salts. Obviously, I don’t spend enough time bathing.

  5. Yes, you should really be blogging about a half naked man in women’s underwear near a dead goat but nobody would believe it. It’s amazing how disturbing reality can be. Right now it’s all too much for me. I need a break from reality. My brain is fried. Too much oil in the deep fryer. Now I understand the meaning of the word “fathead.”