Finding My Mojo

  Hi Everyone.  I took some time away from blogging as I lost my mojo and needed time to find it.  Have you ever lost your mojo?  One day things are great and you feel you can conquer the world, or at least the lawn that needs cutting, and then all of a sudden, BAM, even the lawn is daunting.  Never mind that the grass is so long you lost your youngest child in it for an hour.  You have no energy, your brain is having a meltdown (not unlike Charlie Sheen's), and all you want to do is sleep, or in my case, keep the kids quiet for 5 minutes, so I can sleep.
  Now when I say I lost my mojo, it was not like Austin Powers in The Spy Who Shagged Me.  There was no Heather Graham running around in those little short shorts of hers and I tried, but my wife would only go with the long flannel pj's with socks and her sweatshirt (quite the turn on for an Eskimo).  There was no Dr. Evil, although there were four little mini me's that wreaked havoc.  There was no penis shaped rocket ship that created hilarious banter in the movie, although my wife did call me a dick at one time leading to our own hilarious banter, well at least I thought it was hilarious, guess that explains the reference.  If this was my movie it would be titled "Kenny Pipsqueak, Looking To Be Shagged, Again".  If this doesn't help me find my mojo, nothing will.


  The difference between Austin and myself was that he got paid a lot of money looking for his mojo, whereas I put my bank account into a negative while sitting back waiting for it to come back to me.  He took two hours (movie time) to find his while battling evil foes, while I took four days and battled crazed munchkins that appeared to be missing their own mojo.  I was concerned as to where my mojo could have disappeared to as a guys mojo can be small, especially if it is cold out.  I knew my mojo could not go far as it is far bigger than the average mojo, therefore it must still be in the house waiting to pop up and surprise me.   Who knew that all it would take was a laundry room renovation for me to find my mojo.  Working on plumbing, construction, destruction, punching a hole in my exterior wall, moving heavy appliances, getting paint on me, making a meatloaf for dinner, and still not having anything working yet, and there it was, my mojo.  It was hiding inside the exterior wall and was only exposed after I chiseled a new hole in the wall.  I felt it right away as there was a strange tinkling feeling that came on after completing something I didn't think I could do.  I quickly realized the feeling was that I had to pee, but I still knew it was back.  A couple beers later (my celebration), and my wife showed her pride in what I had accomplished by saying, "Wow, it looks great.  Now put your beer down and finish the job, before I steal your mojo again".  Job is not quite complete, but I have my mojo and a few ideas to put down and share.  Stay tuned for my take on Canadian politics.