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You know, I’ve got probably 100 blog post ideas saved in a draft here. I almost never come back to them and write them.

I thought this was strange, so I decided to ask myself why?

You know what? I think the answer is that if I don’t write it when the idea strikes, it wont get written. Period. Once the idea has gone and I’ve written down the core of an idea and then left it…the love it gone. When I come back to that post title or core idea later, it feels more like an assignment, like work than it does something fun to write to about.

That really sucks because there’s a lot of good stuff in there…disjointed ideas not fully formed and birthed, waiting to be given life and shared. But if I leave it when it’s fresh and don’t run with it, it dies….usually.

This post is one of the exceptions…I had the thought and I’m typing it out as I work through my thoughts in pseudo-real-time (I mean sheesh, I’d like to think that I can think faster than I can type).

Since I vowed that this blog had but one metric for success – me enjoying it/having fun, I fear that these seeds of ideas may never see the light of day ::taps slowly plays:: ::sniff sniff::

My 4 year-old son, Harrison, invented a new word this evening that had us crying with laughter…

The new word is

smuffle…noun = a belch that is not fully ‘vocalized’ by straightening one’s trachea during the act such that the sound of the belch is muted and muffled. Usage = that wasn’t a belch mommy, it was a smuffle.

Where does he come up with this crap?