Blog? What Blog?

It takes a delicate balance being a blogger, my pretties.

On the one hand, you have to actually go out and do things so you're not just writing, "I had a ham sandwich today. I should have used Swiss instead of cheddar. When will I ever learn? What is sooooo wrong with me that I keep choosing the wrong cheese? Oh, I am so tortured and sad. Please comment and alleviate the void in my heart that wretched dairy products have left."

At the same time, though, you need enough dorky down-time to post about the dern things you're doing.

Is it blogger cliché to write that I've been too busy living life to write about it?

It is? Damnit. Well, I'm not afraid of clichés, though I am paralyzed by centipedes, what with all of their squiggly little legs. Burf.

Here are a few more clichés to explain what's going on:

I'm having the time of my life.
It's all good in the hood.
Life is just a bowl of cherries … (Wait. That one might not actually work. Does anyone know if they mean, "Life is sweet and juicy," or, "Life is the pits?" Halp.)

Point is, my pretties, I am good. GREAT, in fact. Coming off of a weekend filled with friends and food and flopping around in the pool, I couldn't be any more content if I tried.

But, my happiness sure is hell on my creative streak, blog not-with-standing. Those of you who know about my blossoming music thing know I have a lot of songs about bad boys and drinking and drinking with bad boys. It's much easier to write bad heartbreak songs than good love songs.

These days, everything comes out all schmoopy and fluffy, which is how I feel, but I don't know of many words that rhyme with schmoopy, except "poopy," and that just doesn't make any sense at all, does it? I mean, look at us:

A.J. and I don't look poopy. "Loopy" maybe. Yes, definitely loopy.

He's so great, ya'll. I got a small spot in a singer/songwriter showcase this weekend—just a step above an open mic. A.J. came with me to sit through six other acoustic artists over four hours just to hear me fumble through my 30-minute set.

Apropos of nothing, one of the singers with whom I swapped CDs credited her "back door" and "a fly" with "guest appearances" in her songs. That's rich. I'm giving a credit to "Yuengling Black & Tan" on my next effort. I mean, let's keep it real, ya'll.

So, there you have it: no alien abductions, I'm not trapped in a meat locker and I have not joined a cult. But, I've got another busy week ahead. Good busy, not limited to but including:

• a bridal shower for my dear friend Glynnie
• a reunion with some of my D.C. sisters
• a possible trip to the demolition derby
• a meet-n-greet with a super talented dude who wants to "produce" some of my songs
• a pap smear

Good stuff all around, kids. I hope things are going well for you, too. You know just 'cause I can't always holla back doesn't mean I'm not around.

In the Comments section, tell me what's making you happy these days. Oh, and maybe some other words that rhyme with "schmoopy" if you have a chance.