Schlub Schlub Schlub

OK. I think the title tells all. That is how I feel - like a schlub. What is a schlub? Of course "The Google" is yet again the ultimate answer machine. What on Earth would I do without "The Google"? I want to work for "The Google". Can anyone find me a job there? (There was actually a job listed on one of the employment sites, but when I actually went to apply the job wasn't lised - GRRRRRR)

Anyway, I derailed my train of thought for a moment. Back to schlubbiness. I sit down to be creative and the slate is blank, ladies and gentlemen. Nothing is there. No sparks. Why can't I be creative today?!?!?!?!? Or this weekend for that matter?

DD was creative this morning. She came bouncing in with a big smile on her face.



You have to thank Momo for buying her the wonderful makeup kit. Actually, the picture doe not show the exact color of the entire canvas. The eyeshadow is a brilliant soft pink along with cheek to chin pink blush. And to top it off there was the slightly less than hot pink lip gloss. How can you do anything else but smile at that?

Does anyone have any suggestions to help me out of my creative schlump?