My First

“Firsts” can be exhilarating!  The first date, the first handhold, the first kiss.  Just the thought ignites my butterflies.  I read somewhere (fake news?) that the glue that keeps a couple together are the memories of all the firsts.  In addition, that heart-pounding feeling of euphoria at the beginning of a relationship is nature’s way of tricking us into long-term relationships and reproducing.  DAMN!  I fell for that trap – hook, line, and sinker.  And when the relationship blues come?  It is the recollection of those romantic firsts that fuel a reconciliation.  Mother Nature is pretty manipulative!

But this “first” for me stinks!  First of all, my butterflies are being eaten by the jaws of panic.  And second, instead of embarking on a magical adventure conjured up by Mother Nature, I am being fooled by my own arrogance.  I am hearing that nasty voice in my head telling me I am a buffoon, a sucker, a stooge.

You see, my first is WRITER’S BLOCK!  Yep, I have no idea what I should write about next.  I guess I am a just flash in the pan.  A chump.  A nincompoop.  At least I am getting a chuckle about of all the ways to say FOOL!

The funniest one to me – dingbat!  That takes me all the way back to the 6:00pm re-runs of All in the Family – on weekdays in the good old 1980s.  Archie Bunker used that word regularly for his wife, Edith.  I never thought I would be an Edith.  But I picture her nodding her head, smiling, mouth open…then realization.  That’s me!  OH!  WAIT!  MEAT HEAD!  That’s even more me!  “Meat head – dead from the neck up.”

Funny, I am cheering myself up!  How can something so fun to do, writing my blog, come to an end?  I cannot let it.  Topics will come to my brain.  Shoots, I could write a whole post about Archie Bunker and how my dad was just like him.  And my mom was kind of Edithy – until she figured out she really had all the power in the house!

However, I am open to suggestions and accepting ideas!  Send me a pearl…or two!

And be honest. Which one of my “first” were you hoping I was writing about?  Thought so.  You dirty bugger!