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August 30 Idolization and Blogging and DooceSo I've been into this blogging thing for little under a year. I had a blog on Yahoo 360 but the politics and the sheer lunacy of that place scared me. I never kept up with it and my life seemed too busy to actually make a real go at it to blog every day. The idea of keeping a journal has always appealed to me. I've kept a journal since I was 13. I became so addicted to the actual journals and not the actual writing. I spent an unreal amount of some of the most gorgeous journals one could ever come across. The blank pages and the promise they held made my heart race. I would get all excited about writing in it. I figured the sheer beauty of it would inspire me to write beautiful entries full of inspiration and ephiphanies. Ah Ah, didn't happen. I would feel so guilty about buying a new journal without actually filling up the current one that I was using. The older I got, the harder it would become to find the time to write down my innermost thoughts. Especially being that my mind races 100 miles per minute and I very well couldn't walk around with a journal in my hands, stopping every couple of minutes to write down some amazing and deep thought I had. Don't get me wrong there are many I did actually fill up, it's just that I was buying so many of them that I am sure I will pass them down to my daughters, especially my oldest girl who nags nags nagsssssssss me to have one. I've given her one, she's lost, it as well as lost interest on top of losing it. So she's not yet ready to keep up with a journal.
I love to write. When I get going on something that I absolutely love and feel passionately about I ramble on and on and on. I know I shouldn't be so hard on myself as to call it rambling but it's honestly hard for me to sit down and post a coherent blog in a form that the reader can understand. Because as I'm typing it I"m thinking if someone does actually stop by and read this post they are going to be like "This woman is a raving lunatic." And I get a lump in my throat because I sooooooooo want to be understood. Don't we all?
Anyway that brings me to the admiration and awe I feel when I do read blogs that are coherent, and witty, and funny and ever so uber-intelligent. I absolutely loved Zeldafitz. When she stopped blogging I felt panicked. I immediately began reading all of her archives and was so heart broken that I apparently got the the party late! I still haunt her blog searching for little tiny signs that she may come back. But sadly, it appears that her purpose in life is greater than feeding my noseyness.
Mocha Momma is another of my favorites. I came across her blog on MSN Spaces and followed her like a love sick puppy to her new spot.
Now you may not know by my description of myself but I'm usually the one that does get to the party late. Due to this vice in my personality, imagine my surprise when I realized that one of my favorite bloggers is apparently some kind of rock-star in the blogsphere! I have been reading Dooce for a couple of months now and am now hooked on her life! Little did I know, she's one of THE most popular bloggers around. I had no idea until I was digging in her archives (which is you can't tell now is a pattern with me once I find a blog that I'm hooked on) and ran across a post detailing an interview that the Washington Post did on her. That struck me as strange so I decided to google her name and when 10 pages popped up I was like what the hell?????? The more I read the more I realized that I had yet again arrived to the party after people had already started hanging from the chandeliers and the police had just left!
Anyway, I have vowed to keep my blog updated. If some of my favorite bloggers become curious about who this silent creepy geeky woman is that's haunting their websites I don't want them to stop by and see cobwebs hanging from the corners! August 26 Laguna Beach, Library Treasures, and Schizophranic ParentingSo I must confess that I am obssessed with Laguna Beach. It’s pretty embarrassing. Me geek de jour that loves all things intellectual actually gets excited on Wednesday night and tunes into the 10 spot on mtv to watch a bunch of rich white preppy spoiled kids lives. Well I’m a laguna whore. I confess! I suppose it’s a combination of what I wish my teen years were like and what I miss about being a teenager. My friends and I were waxing poetic about our high school years last night. Oh how much we miss those angst filled days. Of course the cliche is true: youth is wasted on the young. Because of course if I knew then what I know now, I would have been able to use my powers for more evil than good! Hahahahaha! (Hint of wicked laugh in the background). I went to the library today. Something I’ve been meaning to do for a while. How can something so simple as a trip to the library warrant a penciled in appointment in my date book? Try living with your father, three girls, two cats and a dog and then you’ll realize that you have to even pencil in showers and meals. Anyway, I got some really great treasures from the library today. I wasn’t able to spend as much time as I would have liked, once again the whole being a single parent and rushed for time thing plays in to that. But here’s what I got: War and Peace by Tolstoy (yeah I’m setting myself up here but yanno ignorance is bliss) nt The Book Thief by markus zusak (it’s teen fiction but I’ve heard good things about this book and I’m hoping to share it with my oldest brat) How Proust Can Change Your Life: Not A Novel by Alain de Botton (hey he maybe can, although that’s an ambitious undertaking, pretty much the same as me reading war and peace) Memoirs of a Muse by Lara Vapnyar (read about this in Vogue) Sex with the Queen: 900 years of Vile Kings, Virile Lovers, and Passionate Politics by Eleanor Herman (I’m hoping there will be even more juicy tidbits about that fiery redhead Anne boleyn) Blogging for dummies by brad hill (now I never figured it was that much to blogging that one would need an entire book but I’m fairly new to this whole blogging thing, actually I’m not fairly new but I’m newly attentive. So I checked the book out. Give me a break! My attention span is about what and what with the terrorist and the drama queen! I irritatingly lack the ability to focus on one thing at a time which makes me a perfect candidate for being a parent and a horrible choice for a mate, as I am sure mr. Oh my god could tell you. But more on my inabilities to hold a long and in depth convo with my lover later.) so there’s my reading list for the month. I’m hoping I’ll find some enlightenment between these books. I’ll probably read these at work being that I could barely type this since the terrorist formerly known as pinky is screaming that she wants me to come here! August 08 Bathroom Etiquette From the TerroristMy 2 year old the terrorist has always taken an interest in the bathroom. It fascinates her completely. From flooding the sink, to filling the tub with shaving cream, to flushing wash clothes down the commode, she finds it all intriguing. She also finds other people’s bathroom habits interesting. In my house I am not allowed to take a bath or toilet without the terrorist’s supervision. She must be on bathroom duty to ensure her mommy doesn’t fall in and get flushed like all those washcloths do. Her bathroom adventures include but aren’t limited to:
August 01 A Letter to My Darling PinkyDear Pink, I love you sweetie. You are mommy’s biggest joy in life. And I have always tried to be straight forward and open and honest with you about life and all its glory. But when you looked down my shirt this morning and in front of the entire staff at your day car proclaimed “I like your boobies Mommy!” I was mortified. And when you put the icing on the cake by marching in a circle and in a sing-song voice declared “ I like mommy boobies, I like mommy boobies” I honestly thought about just riding right past your daycare without picking you up on the way home.
Love , Your Disguise Wearing Mommy Lunch, Terrorism, and NonsenseSo it’s Tuesday and for me it’s really Monday. I’m a little nervous because I checked out MSN Careers article on coping with a job that you hate. I don’t think that is appropriate internet usage in the cubicle. But I’m a risk taker and I take my lick when it’s all said and done. I’m waiting on Mr. Oh My God to bring me lunch. Poor guy. A broke girlfriend is no fun when you are trying to clock some well-deserved sleep. But that’s why I luvum so much, him very good to me. The Terror Formerly Known as Pinky put on her mask for day-care this morning. She was on vacation last week and got a break from pretending to be an angel. Of course all of the staff were so estatic to see her and once again I watch in amazement as my child is enveloped in the arms of another unsuspecting and unknowing adult that believes she’s pure gold and not one bit tarnished. Of course she fools me a lot too but I’m sure that’s only for practice and not because she’s feeling sorry for me and giving me a break from her terrorist ways. So I’m off to type more senseless nonsense, only this time it’s on my poor suffering co-workers and not my very small reading audience. |
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