Since I’m phoning it in this week, I thought I’d do two, count ‘em two, lame posts. I’m not great at math, but I think “Lame Post + Lame Post = Almost One Real Post.” Everyone is at BlogHer this week anyway.
I’m dragging my Wordful Thursday series, which began with “A Zombie Princess Birthday,” kicking and screaming out from the dust bunnies under the bed for a reprise. See, some bloggers do “Wordless Wednesday” blog posts, which are just photos. Which may or may not count as phoning it in, if you think about it. But it hurts to think right now, because of my broken head, because our Lhasa Apso hates me and wants me dead.
Before the parade of horribles befell me last week, I was going to do a post called “What 47 Looks Like.” It was going to be awesome, practically like a feminine protection commercial but instead I’d be selling the Age of 47, with me running, biking, and horseback-riding along the beach. All “age ain’t nothin’ but a number.” It would look like this, except instead of Astrid that would be me in the photo.
But then I remembered (a) I don’t do any of those things; and (b) I look like this right now:
So that is “What 47 Looks Like” in our house at the moment. Y’all can just wait for 48. Then I’ll be kicking ass and taking names.
Also, because I was on vacation when it went up, I forgot to properly pimp out my guest post for the beautiful and generous Erin Margolin, probably the most supportive-of-other-bloggers blogger you could meet. Erin is a real writer and doesn’t just put up posts filled with f-bombs and call it blogging.
The post, entitled, “Who Me? I’m Totally Comfortable with Aging” even fits with today’s Wordful Thursday topic because it’s all about how down I am with the process of getting older. It also has a practically normal photo of me from when I was 46. Sigh. I remember 46. So visit Erin and stay awhile to read her guest series — “Show Us Your Writer Roots” — and her original fiction, and to say hi.
Finally, completely off the topic of aging, I realized that I have never posted a photo of our adorable four-year-old, Akeyla. Unlike her sister, who has never met a cranium-themed accessory she didn’t want to don, Akeyla loves princesses and unicorns and rainbows and wears tutus to school every day. She’s also crazy, but we don’t like to label. (But she’s crazy.)
Since I keep putting up terrible pictures of myself, I think you should too. (And those of you who have met me, feel free to say “Oh, Cindy looks fabulous in person!” In fact, you can just cut and paste that sentence into the comment section below.) Here’s what you do: Visit The Reedster Speaks Facebook page, be brave, and post the worst photo ever taken of you. It’ll be fun. For me.