I've lost Fun Ellen....anyone see her lately?

**another "past" blog.  I guess I was busier than I thought with capturing thoughts.  Just didn't take that extra step to post.

In fear of sounding like a broken record.... now wait a minute.  The whole "sounding like a broken record" phrase has always been referenced to "repeating ones self" kinda thing.  But a broken record won't play at all, so that makes NO sense to me.  Someone explain, but only if it makes sense.

Starting again:  In fear of sounding like.....something that repeats over and over {give me some ideas on what to put there}, I want to say that I think part of me died when my mom died.  I used to have this quick wit (or some I say I did).  I was sarcastic, funny, quick-witted, and just kinda fun to be around most of the time.  I read some things I wrote about a year ago.  Man that shit was hilarious.  But today, I can't even relate to that person.  Did my funny soul exit my body without telling me?  Have I been so wrapped up with mourning and sadness that I lost my funny?  Say it ain't so.  Well, I'm calling a search party for Fun Ellen.  I want everyone to search high and low for her.  She's got to be around somewhere.  I can't go too much longer with who I am right now.  Boring.  Something's gotta give.  Ok, GO!  let me know what you find out about where I am!  I'll be waiting.......