A Little Help

I was feeling blurry and brainless last night, and the blogging ideas weren't coming along.  My dearest spouse was kind enough to take the boy and head for a Scorpions soccer game, and the house was quiet.  This should have been the perfect time for me to write a blog post.  Nada.  No bright ideas popped into my consciousness.

I read other people's blogs, hoping that that would get the creative juices flowing. 

I turned off the television. 

I went outside. 

I fed Lalo and Smoky Bear, the two feral cats who live in the bushes in the back yard.

I got the coffee ready for tomorrow.

I actually did the dishes, and I hate doing the dishes in an extreme way.  I was that desperate for ideas.

And then, I had an idea.  I would ask my people on Facebook!  Those people are always giving their opinions--why not let them tell me what to write about?  Collectively they are an intelligent bunch.  I typed out my status/request and the responses I got:

What should I blog about for tomorrow? My brain is 'Le Tired', and not forming coherent sentences.

 

A. Just start typing and see what happens.

B. Awesome and disastrous implications of portal guns

C.  And expose on George Clinton called "Those Guys Have All the Funk"

Talk about bringing the challenge!    I can't really write anything about George Clinton.  George Clinton has always had The Funk.  He's always had The Funk.  I've never actually wanted The Funk, anyway.  Where would I put it?  You can't just leave The Funk lying around the house--what if my son gets into The Funk?  The Funk requires the ability to get down...and talk about the roof being on fire.  That's just not responsible parenting in my book.

Portal guns are a little harder, because I don't know much about them.   Of course, I googled and found what I was looking for .   I read all about them...and...yeah.  I have to face the fact that it is possible that my brain was taken by zombies while I was working today. All that physics stuff is going to take a bit to digest.  In other words, I'll have to ask my husband, the gamer, to explain.


But then my wonderful friend, Jillsmo, over at Yeah. Good Times. said to just "start typing and see what happens."  She is brilliant, isn't she?  She is my Zen master, and I heart her.   Any journey always begins with the first step, doesn't it? I do have a tendency to over think things, when I really should just let things flow.  If nothing else, I've at least got my ideas on the paper.  

On another topic, what do you think of my redecoration efforts?  I am not sure of the color--it's a bit darker than I would like.  Is it difficult to read?

   

 

A "Real" Fan!

I haven't really made an effort to let people that I interact with in RL know that I have a blog.  It is not that I don't want them to know about it.  I try not to write anything that I wouldn't say to anyone's face, and as part of my cold turkey pledge I try not to cuss.  Nothing to really be embarrassed about.

It's that most people I know aren't the least bit interested. I know this to be fact. I told a few people, and they practically fell asleep almost as soon as the word 'blog' was mentioned.  No one in my family has ever read anything I've written, which probably makes family dinners more palatable. Oh, I share posts on Facebook, if I am especially happy with my writing that day. But I don't ever expect anyone who actually sees me every workday to read it.  After all, I am just one little blog.  A minor blip on the interwebs. I understand that, and I am okay with it.  If I could just blog all day as a job, and make money doing it, I might not like it so much.  There's a big difference between writing because you want to and writing because you have to.  While I wouldn't mind making a little spending money with my blog, that's not the reason why I write.

So I was very flattered when someone from work approached me and told me how much she enjoyed reading my blog.  To be honest, when she first approached me, my first thought was 'Am I in trouble?'  But that's pretty much the first thing I think when anyone at work approaches me these days.  I have known this lady for a long time, through several regimes of Superintendents, good and bad(in education, regime is really the correct wording). She is a very nice lady, and I am glad if I can make her laugh every now and then.  

An actual English teacher reads my blog, too, and she hasn't corrected my grammar once.  It's not that my grammar is all that great--half the time when I am writing it is late and I am falling asleep.  My participles are sometimes left dangling as a result, and despite all of my talk of spelling OCD, my posts are often riddled with misspelled words.  I won't even mention gerunds.  Yet she hasn't said a word about any of that, even when I've been expecting to receive a printed copy of my post for the day, the markings from the red pen still fresh.  I am relieved that she does not do this.  

Don't get me wrong.  I adore each and every one of the people who read my blog and comment, even if they are correcting my spelling.  Since the internet is so vast, however, there's a tendency to feel that the readers out there will fade away like a mirage.  For instance, I know that my friend Jillsmo is real because she's sent me presents. Other times, especially when I am tired, I wonder if I just imagined the entire thing.  Maybe I've just imagined writing this entire blog post.  It's been a long day.  

I am Guest Posting!!!

I am so excited!!!



My BBF(Blogging Best Friend--I just made that up), mentor, and all around great person Jillsmo over at Yeah. Good Times. asked me PERSONALLY if I would like to guest post. Okay, she asked the whole internet if they wanted to guest post. But I read that invitation personally. By MYSELF. No cats were involved.

I wrote a true story. And it really DID take me ten years to clean out my closet/purses.

But it's Jillsmo!!! And it is my very first guest post! Did I mention that I am excited? Because I am. Excited. Really! So do I need a special outfit for this event? New shoes?

I will be back tomorrow with your regularly scheduled programming...

Six Degrees of Jillsmo

I try to read a lot of blogs. I don't always get to comment, because I read blogs on my phone. I still have not become a Jedi master in the art of texting. There may be a special school for that, but until then, I apologize for not commenting more.

But lately, when I am barreling through the blogosphere, I keep running into this chick:




She's pretty hot, for an animated lady, but then I have always been a sucker for curls. And that smile! You just know that she's thinking about running through mud in bare feet. Which is just the kind of cool that Jillsmo is.

But I find myself a little resentful. That mop of curly hair is freakin' EVERYWHERE. Google the name 'Jillsmo'. See what I mean? That is some serious search engine optimization, and I don't even know what the hell that is. It's like I am in high school, and Jillsmo is Ferris Bueller!

I should mention that I've 'known' Jillsmo for years and years via the interwebs, ever since Beat the Geeks aired. She is one of the nicest people on the planet. She gave me one of the very best presents ever when I was pregnant with my son, a fetal heart monitor. That was just the thing I needed, as a two-steps-from-complete-hysteria pregnant lady. Who would have even known that I desperately needed one? Jillsmo. Even hardcore conservatives find her an absolutely wonderful person. She's insightful, sarcastic, and funny. She's actually not anything like me, and that's probably a good thing.

Except for her hatred of cats, she's the perfect woman.

I envy the popularity she enjoys, but I must acknowledge that I can't compete with her. I actually tried the other day, and it gave me a migraine. I just can't be that funny, it's too much pressure. Jillsmo truly deserves all the comment love in the world, and I am not being a bit sarcastic.

In order to get over my blog-envy, I've decided to start a game. I call this game "Six Degrees of Jillsmo". (Nobody copyright that.) This game is sort of like the "Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon", except we are only talking about blogs here. Throw out a random name of a blog, and connect it in six steps to Jillsmo.

It's so simple a game that it's perfect! Anybody want to play?

I would have liked to have had a cool badge of some sort, but this entire post is the result of a drunken binge, and I am just not that computer literate. I'll bet that JILLSMO could make a badge, however.