One-Trick Pony

I'm in love with red onions.

It took me nearly 30 years to appreciate the deliciousness of the red onion.

My favorite lunch these days is a sandwich made on Innkeeper's 8 grain bread from Costco with cream cheese, cheddar cheese, avocado, cucumber, tomato and, the star of the show, red onion.  Yum!  I savor the breath that lingers!

As I was snuggling with Max yesterday, getting him down for a nap, he said, "Sticky, mama," and pointed to my nose.  I asked, "Is there something sticky in my nose?" and he said, "No, steeeeeeky."

Oh.  He meant my breath!  Sorry, kid!

I'm pretty sure that Lucy did something similar when she was around Max's age, and I'm pretty sure that I blogged about it then too, which makes me wonder how is it that my toddler noticing my stinky breath is blog-worthy news?  Is it really that funny when a child who can barely verbally articulate his or her thoughts is able to express that my breath is offensive?

Friends, I'm worried that I'm running out of things to blog about. 

I'm kind of a one-trick pony (I've always wanted to use that expression- how did I do?).  I don't have photography skills, and I don't really craft or decorate, or even cook or bake.  I don't scrapbook.  My marketable skills are limited.  So, this is what I do.  This is it- this blog is my only hobby and creative outlet. It is this pony's only trick!

I can geek out about how much I love Ralph Macchio, and share my latest pictures of Lucy in a princess gown, and even tell you what I ate for lunch today.  And I can't promise you anything more than that!

A friend of mine once started a blog that disappointingly only lasted through a handful of posts, but I often think of this line of his:  "So why have I begun on this new pasttime that sounds like a code for a bowel movement?"  It is true, blog is a funny word.  "Do you blog?"  "I'm blogging."  "My blog has a new banner."  It is a noun.  It is a verb.  It is a public forum on which I share details of my life.  Which brings up the questions Am I sharing too much?  Should I change my account to private?  Is there value in being more open about my daily life?  Or is it better to be more vague?

My mom accused me of blogging about everything.  I retorted like a 4 year old, "No I don't!"  I really don't.  I promise.  I don't blog about the times when I'm really upset with my husband.  Or when being a stepmom kicks my butt in a thousand different directions.  I don't really blog about politics or finances.  I try not to blog when I'm grumpy, so that I don't complain too much or sound ungrateful.  I don't post our address or directions to our house.  See, there are things that I keep private.  :)

But today I'm sharing that I love red onions, and that the sandwich that I mentioned earlier is the bomb, and that Max can identify "steeeeky" breath.

So, there you go. 

Come again!