The Status Quo

When I was in my younger years I was in a performing group in college called “Showtime”. We would sing and dance, and do firesides about “Chastity”. Looking back at that time it really was one of the happiest I have ever had.

I look at my life now, which is great don’t get me wrong, but sometimes I feel like I am just in survival mode, just getting through when really shouldn’t the opposite be true? I don’t have highs or lows just the status quo, just normal everyday living, and I don’t know that I love it.

To be honest that is why I haven’t blogged for a while because nothing funny has happened.

Sometimes I wish I could get the band together for just one more “Chastity” fireside. Grab a microphone, a tuxedo, and just sing my guts out for an hour about the dangers of STD’s. I think that could solve all my problems…and potentially anyone in the audience with a chastity problem…but this is my night, so it’s mostly for me.


Rachel K said…
I hear you. And the code word verification I had to type to send this message was "suckaria."
Miller Fam said…
Nothing funny to write about? Are you kidding? You have more funny things to write about than anyone I know! I'm still picking myself up off the floor from 'The Rabid Deer' entry. My daughter had to ask if I was ok and why in the world I was laughing so hard. You definitely have a way of helping others see the humor in everyday life. I’m sure it’s just a matter of time before you see someone chasing a hubcap down the road, run into a glass door, or have to shew a bird out of your room. Patience my friend, patience. Funny stories or not, you truly have a talent for writing!
Heidi said…
Dear Rob. I haven't seen you in like a million years, but I do enjoy reading your blogs, whatever the subject. Especially about "foreigners" being afraid of the assorted flora and fauna of this great state.
I hope you feel better soon.
Rebecca Banner said…
Just grab a tux, a mic pack, and walk the streets of daybreak singing for your neighbors. Consider is public service announcements.
Mom4ever said…
Thanks for taking a moment to post again. I like laughing at all your funny posts...but somehow the more serious ones are refreshing. I'm sorry life isn't seeming as lovable for you right now. Any meaningful service projects you could help with? That may help the blahs.
Carrot Jello said…
I could reunite you guys, and put you on our stake center stage in a minute.
I had a close call with std's and my daughter once. They almost collided. She was only 13. *sniff*

Have your agent call me. I have no ward activity planned for April.
Marilyn Abney said…
You are so refreshing and I always love it when you can make the "world" laugh, but it isn't a bad thing to have a moment of repose and reflection. Healthy. AND THEN...."you pick yourself up, dust yourself off and start all over again...." la, la....
you are loved. M.
kjgray75 said…
"Warm me, don't burn me . . . Warm me like a fire in December."
Karyn Mann said…
I sometimes have a similar fantasy of wearing matching floral dresses and sharing stories of foolish love and gonorrhea. Those were the best days indeed!
Miss Molly said…
There are no words to express my love for you and this blog entry. But can I just share a very vivid memory I have of you. We were sitting on the tour bus. I always wanted to sit by you. You made me laugh, you made me cry, you were better than Cats.

Anyway, we were sitting there driving from who knows where to another Walmart or Supermall, and I pointed out that you had some Cheetos remnants on your face. I think your cheek area. You sheepishly turned to me and said, "Actually, that's a zit."

But it was so orange! And it really was a freshly popped zit.

And aren't you glad you are out of that stage of life?

Signed me,
Paid a high price
MP said…
"Warm me, don't burn me . . . Warm me like a fire in December."

I love that song. How do I get a recording, or least the lyrics?


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