Jaci Dawn

I am thinking of changing things here.

Actually, it wasn’t even on my radar until tonight when I was in one of those cathartic end-of-the-week states staring at the computer and knowing I really should have a life moods. Only I didn’t want to have a life, I wanted to stare at the computer and maybe it would talk to me like I imagine God would talk to me.

Except the computer isn’t God and it doesn’t talk to me and it blatantly ignored me.

So I went blog surfing. For funny blogs, specifically. Because I want to laugh.

Specifically: I want to laugh.

I browsed “Stuff White People Like” but the truth is… that’s about corporate white people more than it is about working class white people or even red-neck white people and the jokes are… well, not about this white person. It’s a great blog, don’t get me wrong. And in the right mood, it’s totally true. White people are predictable. I work with some of them.

Oh, shoot. I *am* one of them. My kids even glow-in-the-dark.

Of course I checked out The Pioneer Woman. She’s hysterical. She’s a middle child. I am a middle child. We relate on a deep inner-middle-child level. Her brother, Mike, is different. My brother, Terry, is different. We relate on a level of having different brothers. And she loves horses, lives on a ranch and homeschools.

I love horses and I homeschooled my kids. But there were always mountains on the horizon. I couldn’t live in Oklahoma. It’s too flat. But I understand the jokes about calf nuts. I don’t relate to Basset Hounds.

And I do *not* love to cook. Categorically. I hate to cook. I’m OK with baking, but cooking… not so much.

You will never see a cookbook by me. Never.

Then I clicked on Hyperbole and a Half. You have to read the blog post about Simple Dog’s adventure. If I was half-way clever, I could have written that about Harvey’s Adventure.

I think I need to learn something here.

What people want is a reason to laugh.

I have decided that I need to give my blog a make-over. It isn’t really about the desert, my garden or my grandkids. That was the Plan, but the plan went the way of Mice and Men. I haven’t been to the desert in a year (the trip to Ely in May notwithstanding), my garden struggled through this summer of neglect (and miserable cloudy/rainy weather) and my grandkids remain a theme but they are really only special to me.

This blog needs to morph with my life.

I am not sure where it is going, I just know there’s a change in the air.

Inspired by Ree Drummond, Harvey gets glasses…

Yep, I am thinking seriously about changing things up here and going strictly for humor…