I took a few days off from blogging. It was mostly due to the fact that I’ve been painting our kitchen cabinets. (Why didn’t someone tell me what an enormous job that is? I’m happy to report that the “Golden Oak” is now pewter gray and white. ) However, there was more to it than that. I actually wasn’t sure if I was going to continue blogging at all. I discovered this “stats” button that let me know how many people were reading my entries, and it became addictive. I had no idea that so many people were actually looking at it, considering the fact that I received very few comments. My overactive imagination (that was bullied in the fourth grade) translated this as “They read it, and didn’t find anything worth commenting upon.” Ugh! Blah! Get away from me Satan! So I needed to decide if I wanted to keep blogging.
Originally, I started the blog to motivate me to start writing again. I always feel like something is a little off when I’m not writing anything. There’s this little nagging voice, and I feel like I’ve forgotten something. I wasn’t doing very well going it alone, so I thought weebly might be a good writing partner. Also, I thought knowing I had a few readers, might further inspire me. I also wanted to start keeping more of a record of my day-to-day life. None of that has changed. The only thing that is different is that stupid “stats” button that I stumbled upon. Therefore, I’ve decided to silence my inner mean girl, and keeping going.
I’m now going to ask a truly unoriginal question: Why is our society so obsessed with celebrities? I turned the television on this evening, and before I could find something else to watch, I was bombarded with headlines from E! I don’t care if Jennifer Aniston is pregnant or just carrying a little extra weight in her mid-section. If she is having a baby, I hope it’s healthy and all that, but why is that more newsworthy than the pregnant checkout girl I saw at Target yesterday? I’m actually more impressed (and saddened) by her as it was clear she was eight months pregnant and still working at Target. (I am, however, relieved that my picture isn’t plastered on newsstands every time I gain a few extra pounds in my mid-section.) The more I think about this, the more it annoys me. Why are people so invested in this? They shouldn’t be watching these programs or reading the tabloids; instead, they should be reading about the color of my kitchen cabinets and commenting on my blog. Hmmm…maybe there’s some underlying resentment? Possibly. Or, it is really just that annoying.
During dinner, Logan said, “Mama, I had a dream about I love you, and I’m proud of you. I really like your hair down though.” Humfh. Yes, my three-year-old is very critical of my hair. When he was only a year old, he actually used to cry if my hair was pulled up. He would then try and pull out my hair tie. He isn’t this way with anyone else, but for some reason, it really bothers him on me. In case you couldn’t judge for yourself, it’s really weird.
His latest thing is showing off his “funny tricks.” “Mama, you wanna see my funny trick?” There are times, when it is humorous and lives up to his hype. He’ll make a silly face and do a crazy dance. Other times though, it’s just not that funny. Do I tell him this? According to the articles, I should be honest with him. We praise our kids too much. So if he’s lame, he should hear it from me rather than out the streets. He just looks at me so expectantly though, and I find myself laughing when it’s not funny. (Flashbacks to really bad dates in college.) I’ve also tried the happy medium by saying, “To be honest, Sweetie, it wasn’t your best. I liked when you x,y,z…” It is quite possible that this will put him into therapy though. I can’t hear it now, “Well, nothing was ever enough for my mother…”
It is now three days until my little brother’s wedding! Seriously, how did this happen? Only yesterday he was playing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and letting Sarah and I dress him up like a girl. Now he’s beginning a new life with his wife! I’m so happy with this choice though. Alisha is such a sweetheart, and I already feel like she is part of the family. I told her that I knew she was a keeper the first time we all went out to dinner. Unlike some of the girls he dated in the past, she actually ate. In fact, she ordered an entire sample platter just for herself.
When I looked back over this last paragraph, I noticed that I used two exclamation points. I took them out, but then I put them back in again. When you are talking about weddings, it’s perfectly acceptable to use two exclamation points. I’m reminded of the Seinfeld episode. Elaine’s boyfriend left her a note saying that her friend had her baby. She was greatly disturbed by the lack of an exclamation point. My baby brother is getting married! My baby brother is getting married. Yes, it’s definitely needed. The whole subtext is drastically different. Or rather, the lack of one suggests a subtext.
Tomorrow I am having dinner with Wendy “Apple” Pilak Ferguson, Liz Lewis, and Adrienne Cvetkovic Figelman. Salsita’s Woot. Woot. (I’m excited about this as well, but it shouldn’t be on the same level as Adam’s wedding, so I left out the exclamation points.) We have been friends for twenty years, which is impressive when you are only thirty-four. There is always a lot of laughter when we get together. I only wish Mel wasn’t in San Diego :( If you are reading this Melanie, you’d better be off doing something fabulous. If it involves celebrities, I apologize for my previous comments, sort of.
Originally, I started the blog to motivate me to start writing again. I always feel like something is a little off when I’m not writing anything. There’s this little nagging voice, and I feel like I’ve forgotten something. I wasn’t doing very well going it alone, so I thought weebly might be a good writing partner. Also, I thought knowing I had a few readers, might further inspire me. I also wanted to start keeping more of a record of my day-to-day life. None of that has changed. The only thing that is different is that stupid “stats” button that I stumbled upon. Therefore, I’ve decided to silence my inner mean girl, and keeping going.
I’m now going to ask a truly unoriginal question: Why is our society so obsessed with celebrities? I turned the television on this evening, and before I could find something else to watch, I was bombarded with headlines from E! I don’t care if Jennifer Aniston is pregnant or just carrying a little extra weight in her mid-section. If she is having a baby, I hope it’s healthy and all that, but why is that more newsworthy than the pregnant checkout girl I saw at Target yesterday? I’m actually more impressed (and saddened) by her as it was clear she was eight months pregnant and still working at Target. (I am, however, relieved that my picture isn’t plastered on newsstands every time I gain a few extra pounds in my mid-section.) The more I think about this, the more it annoys me. Why are people so invested in this? They shouldn’t be watching these programs or reading the tabloids; instead, they should be reading about the color of my kitchen cabinets and commenting on my blog. Hmmm…maybe there’s some underlying resentment? Possibly. Or, it is really just that annoying.
During dinner, Logan said, “Mama, I had a dream about I love you, and I’m proud of you. I really like your hair down though.” Humfh. Yes, my three-year-old is very critical of my hair. When he was only a year old, he actually used to cry if my hair was pulled up. He would then try and pull out my hair tie. He isn’t this way with anyone else, but for some reason, it really bothers him on me. In case you couldn’t judge for yourself, it’s really weird.
His latest thing is showing off his “funny tricks.” “Mama, you wanna see my funny trick?” There are times, when it is humorous and lives up to his hype. He’ll make a silly face and do a crazy dance. Other times though, it’s just not that funny. Do I tell him this? According to the articles, I should be honest with him. We praise our kids too much. So if he’s lame, he should hear it from me rather than out the streets. He just looks at me so expectantly though, and I find myself laughing when it’s not funny. (Flashbacks to really bad dates in college.) I’ve also tried the happy medium by saying, “To be honest, Sweetie, it wasn’t your best. I liked when you x,y,z…” It is quite possible that this will put him into therapy though. I can’t hear it now, “Well, nothing was ever enough for my mother…”
It is now three days until my little brother’s wedding! Seriously, how did this happen? Only yesterday he was playing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and letting Sarah and I dress him up like a girl. Now he’s beginning a new life with his wife! I’m so happy with this choice though. Alisha is such a sweetheart, and I already feel like she is part of the family. I told her that I knew she was a keeper the first time we all went out to dinner. Unlike some of the girls he dated in the past, she actually ate. In fact, she ordered an entire sample platter just for herself.
When I looked back over this last paragraph, I noticed that I used two exclamation points. I took them out, but then I put them back in again. When you are talking about weddings, it’s perfectly acceptable to use two exclamation points. I’m reminded of the Seinfeld episode. Elaine’s boyfriend left her a note saying that her friend had her baby. She was greatly disturbed by the lack of an exclamation point. My baby brother is getting married! My baby brother is getting married. Yes, it’s definitely needed. The whole subtext is drastically different. Or rather, the lack of one suggests a subtext.
Tomorrow I am having dinner with Wendy “Apple” Pilak Ferguson, Liz Lewis, and Adrienne Cvetkovic Figelman. Salsita’s Woot. Woot. (I’m excited about this as well, but it shouldn’t be on the same level as Adam’s wedding, so I left out the exclamation points.) We have been friends for twenty years, which is impressive when you are only thirty-four. There is always a lot of laughter when we get together. I only wish Mel wasn’t in San Diego :( If you are reading this Melanie, you’d better be off doing something fabulous. If it involves celebrities, I apologize for my previous comments, sort of.