Hey Mom, what’s been up with your blog?
*i dunno, not much same ole same ole, why?
We were just talking about it, you haven’t told us to read it lately, did you quit doing it ?
*no I didn’t quit just hasn’t asked you to read it, thought you weren’t interested, it’s all good
A few minutes later, I can’t even remember what I was doing exactly and I hear this burst of laughter from them. What are you two doing? What’s so funny?
Seems they got to the same paragraph at the same time ….and are cracking up, she says
This is laughable Mom
*i gathered that, exactly what’s so funny?
…..outside sources that just really want him and I to live a miserable life together. My God mom, that sounds awful, I totally know it’s true but still that’s just mean”
*Well yea, sounds pretty flipping awful, but do I look miserable?” ( I ask as I just throw my hands up, questioning?)
I am just so miserable all because I need my roots touched up….damn you Troy”
They were reading, On a wing and a prayer
So, what’s that got to do with anything anyway?
A person asks me to maybe do a few follow ups on a few different posts on here, as I am considering this, looking at stats and counters, comments and such really trying to figure out which post to even consider to approach to elaborate on since I thought I’d rambled enough on most all of them, at least enough to check it off the list “done.” I rarely think about what I’ve written after I have posted it.
Thing is with blogs, whether small, medium, large or super sized, blogs with new authors or seasoned ones, no matter the topic a blog is kind of like let’s say your first child. You and I both know how clueless you are when that bouncing baby lands on you. Parents get bombarded with “how to’s” from everyone, lots of good advice and lots of bad advice . It’s our job as parents to figure this all out on the fly, as we go along and adjust accordingly even when the floor drops out, or shit hits the fan, you are still learning and moving forward praying something you do is right. So, essentially a blogger is doing the same when blogging, learning on the fly. However, they probably not praying, or readying up for the shit to hit the fan I suspect. We must approach it with a grain of salt here when we are given advice or “how to’s” when it comes to anything, even blogging.
Anyhow, I hadn’t checked much of anything lately, the month of May has been too busy around here, health issues with both Troy and my Daddy, school finals, the end of the school year, website building attempt, court, my mom and daughter’s blog start up plans…needless to say so I hadn’t even glanced at The Most Perfect Chaos comments and stats until just the other day.
It’s quite ironic Thing #2 brought up that specific post, On a wing and a prayer, as I’m surfing thru all the stats I see these particular cities in this particular state which just happens to be where the ones who “want him and I to live a miserable life together” live Seems I have become quite popular there, as I begin to see visit after visit adding up. Is it an attempt to stir the pot? Who even knows. Whose actually interested. I’ll look for a show of hands and tally it all up over here later at supper, maybe
The word bored, in every form is not encouraged in our home, nor in my home growing up, plenty to do so if you insist you are bored, Moms and Dads can always find a chore to do to cure the boredom. So now, I break my own rule, after almost six years, this Merry-go-round has infact become boring as hell and doesn’t work, it’s not broke its unplugged
Am I suppose to feel like I’ve got a Peeping Tom? I haven’t a clue, I’m standing here naked so zoom in if you’d like, i am not vain but am all good with my nakedness and voyerism isn’t quite my thing, so no offense, I’m not needing to see nakedness from anyone. I guess I’d suggest someone somewhere speak a little plainer English here and actually say what the point is, what it is that is wanted or expected here and perhaps stop, dancing around it Since I don’t claim to be a psychiatrist, I couldn’t possibly come up with the intent here, although the past has proven the probability of this being of ill will, the probability is fairly high . That being said, it could make perfect sense or seem bat shit crazy, unless it’s spoken, it cannot even be considered, no one could possibly know the reason why anyone does this. Just living a nice, happy, extremely loving life togethe with my family that I love, if the hope was misery, it’s just not here. I cannot curb someone’s appetite here or leave some satisfaction for anyone but myself and my family because I have no clue what it is that is desired here from me. I am not going to shoot myself in the head or foot anytime soon, move to Timbuktu and not even hide from anyone in this big ole world. I firmly believe that saying “to each their own” but not shouting and banging on my front door and opinions can be expressed without criticism and anger. I also stand firm on the idea “shit or get off the pot” this “ring around the Rosie” is beyond really old, if no one is acting like a turd, they don’t get treated as a turd around here. That sounds just lovely, don’t be a turd. Now the seriousness has left the building, taking the turds with it, except that last little bugger, can’t find that one …