Untestimonial

If you are LDS (as I am and I think several who follow my blog) you know about testimony meeting. Not my favorite Sunday, I might add. Sorry, good members! (I almost wrote a blog yesterday about losing my religion, but I went to church and felt a little less heathen.

Anyway, back to testimony meeting. You always hear those people who get up and say they were just unable to sit there any longer and had to get up and "bear" their testimony. It's really a nice thing, I guess, if you feel that urgency and fervor. I, however, have NEVER! I never get up to say anything that I'm not specifically called upon to say. (I figure I get into less trouble that way--at least on this earth. The after life--meeh! Probably not such a good bet in that dimension.)

I'm telling you, I will get to a point here. THE POINT: I haven't posted for 5 days. Why? Cuz I have nothing to tell you. No burning in my bosom, no inspiration, and no feeling of need to tell you anything. See, that's really how I do feel sometimes. I feel like I'm just brimming with ideas and NEED to tell you. (And, of course, I'm equally sure at those times that you are equally eager to READ my thoughts.)

Eagerly I post and wait. Wait to see what blog ville will say. I know that we all talk about our blog being for us personally. And, by golly, it is. But it's also for me to see if my ideas are really bizarre or if anyone out in the world ever feels that way too. It's validation!

If I get comments and feedback, I feel valid. I sense that I'm not alone in the void and that someone out there is listening. I always get a comment or two. Never posted when NO ONE replied--thank God. Because, I might just dissolve into a puddle of goo if no one responded. Don't tell me that would be unwise. I really would be crushed if I never heard from any one. I'm fairly certain you would too. (Be honest!)

So when I had nuthin' to share for the past five days I felt marooned. I responded to your blogs. You have such interesting lives. From not being able to turn away from buoyant boobs in a laundry room, to recipes for brownies using black beans, to anniversaries, and gardens--I marvel at your fount of info. While I sit here in a black hole of opining.

I've been told not to worry, so I dare not post about my fears. I've been warned against watching too much  news, so you won't catch me sharing any verbiage about the oil spill or the Celtics or Palin boobage. I've overloaded you with tales of grand kids and dogs and my Arizona acclimation. Therefore, today you get an untestimonial. I got nada! I'll close on that note. Thank you for your time.