Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Peppers

Y’all know that I often suffer from anxiety caused by my inability to come up with ideas to write about on my blog. I figured that if I started this whole alphabet thingy it would motivate me to write my posts in advance. Well, it kinda worked. Titles are easy, but free flowing text is a little bit of a struggle sometimes. But this time, I’m not without ideas. I have lots of ideas for the letter “P”, but the timing, or the content, or the letter is a little bit off.

For instance… right now I’m in the process of Pimping My Ride. My four-wheeler is getting a little bit of a cosmetic functional update. I have already installed new front and rear bumpers to make it look mean protect it in the event of an unfortunate bump by or into another four wheeler or tree or ditch or… As well, I’ve ordered (they arrived today!) four new tires and aluminum rims to make it look meaner enhance it’s capability in traversing the occasional mudhole that we intentionally drive into happen to need to cross to reach our destination. But I can’t write about this, at least not yet. I don’t have it all assembled and I don’t have any pictures. I’d have to have pictures for that post. (Update: Pimping complete. I picked up the tires later in the day and mounted them. Click the thumbnail for a slightly better view.)

Also, I’ve started Popping Pills and have a referral to Physical Therapy to fix my tennis elbow. I haven’t started the Physio yet, but the pills are doing a wonderful job on my elbow. The havoc they are playing with my digestive system is evidenced by the stimulation to the senses it is causing; smell and sound in particular. Never before did I wake in the middle of the night thinking there was a thunderstorm only to discover the sound was coming from the contents of my digestive tract trying to find the nearest emergency exit. Speaking of Physical Ailments, I also have chronic Tinnitus (ringing in the ears). My buddy Paul tells me that he read somewhere that one cause of Tinnitus is excessive masturbation. Needless to say, my recent diagnosis of Tennis Elbow did nothing to convince him otherwise.

And now I discover that the Newfoundland and Labrador Blogroll has chosen my blog as the Blog of the Week! Now, I know that nothing here begins with a P, but if I had not Procrastinated, I would have had P and O done by now and I could have used N for Newfoundland and Labrador Blogroll Blog of the Week. Couldn’t I? So, in a roundabout kinda way, I could have used this as a blog post title. Not for P, but for N, if I wasn’t stuck on P. But I’m stuck on P.

The problem is picking which P to post.

Oh well. You’ll have to excuse me now. I have to go pee.