The babies smell of mouse holes
The more I think of babies smelling of mouse holes, the funnier it gets.
Okay, seriously, I have a dilemma. Even if I’m currently braindead, do I write some stupidass blog entry just to stay in contact with you all because I’m completely addicted to you and just may wither up and die if I don’t?
When I first started blogging, one of my aims was to make friends (see: gather minions), but it was more just to write. To journal, actually - I was writing to myself and hoping others would care enough to listen. It’s still that to some degree, but now that I’ve made unbelievable friends through it, I think of it more as, say, a place where I can curl up on the couch with you, knees touching, sipping coffee in the morning or wine at night, and just talk. I don’t need to journal anymore, strangely. I rarely do. I discovered I just like writing letters. Write write write der letters, all day long, like some kinda correspondencin’ foo. It makes me happy.
I was going to start this morning by telling you that, because I feel it’s important for a person to work hard at their own individual evolution, I’ve changed from yogurt mixed with grapenuts for breakfast to frosted mini-wheats in 1 percent milk. But then I thought, that’s just stupid. I love you guys. You have no idea how much. xo
April 27th, 2006 07:38
My advice is: Don’t overthink it. Just write. It’s all good and it doesn’t have to live up to any standard. People come here for you, not for your writing. Your writing is good, but that’s just another aspect of you as a person that people enjoy.
That’s what I think, anyway.
Hello, Kelly.
April 27th, 2006 08:01
I started blogging to get my thoughts down. Nobody ever read them. I had no visitors, but I could write whatever I pleased. Then I found people, and they found me. And now I find myself often censoring what I write, or going off blog and emailing, or writing in a journal because it somehow seems too personal to share. And I feel guilty if I don’t get an entry off - after all, people stop by and don’t wanna waste their mouse clicks…..
So I guess it’s evolved from a cathartic exercise to an interactive space - with friends I would miss if I didn’t have the blog. Not the same anymore, but still it serves a purpose, eh? Your blog? Cozy, friendly, earthy, fun, comfortable - a guilty pleasure…. I love stopping by your bog on a snowy evening….:)
Your blog is lovely, dark and deep.
But I have jobs and tasks to keep……..
xoxo
April 27th, 2006 08:11
Thank you, Scott. I feel that way about the blogs that I visit everyday, so it makes sense that it would be the same for those who visit mine. I like chatty posts about frosted mini-wheats, and the people who write them. I like you.
Good morning there, Scotty. xo
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Karedy, I’m with you: my blog is SO different now, but mostly because I was deeply steeped in church and church culture and wrote from there, and in that language. I like who I am better now. I DON’T analyze every stinking thing like I used to; I get silly more often; but I also don’t mind being personal (obviously). The stuff that’s too personal, like that involves love affairs and embarrassing anecdotes about other people, I keep to letters. I don’t want to mortify anyone publicly, except myself.
I’m glad you’re one of my couch buddies. Let me get you a fresh cup. I mean, on your coffee break… kiss xo
April 27th, 2006 08:17
Blogging is all about communities. I should know, I wrote an essay on the topic
So even if you just said hi I’m sure we could start some sort of mad conversation going in the comments section.
April 27th, 2006 08:32
What a sweetie pie you are. I write letter to my children. I don’t give them the letters, I just keep them in notebooks so they can have them someday. I think I started because I’d find myself gazing at them, thinking all kinds of gooey thoughts, but while I’d share some of those thoughts with the children…it often caused me to squeeze them and bite them until they ran for their lives. So, in an effort to lessen the nibbles on my poor little pumpikins, I started the notebooks.
I love your writing. I love the tone and the conversation, it’s very pretty. I’m thankful to have stumbled upon your blog, and thank-you for your kind words this morning. They are well received and appreciated. cheers!
April 27th, 2006 08:34
Did you post your essay somewhere, Fence? I’d like to read it.
Okay, though, you have to have SOMETHING compelling on your blog to draw people in, and then keep them, don’t you? Although I still read your interminable rugby posts…
(you saw me wink, right?) You know, you’re right. I think that, even if all you wrote were rugby posts, I’d come visit you because I know you, just to say hi. Of course, I know you from personal letters, too.
Oh godsakes. Yes. It’s about community. Somebody shut me the hell up. I think I caught your chattiness from the other day…
xo
April 27th, 2006 08:38
Melly, you’re welcome. Of course, I’m only pretending to be sweet.
Thank you for saying such sweet things to me.
I used to write volumes to Van when he was a baby, but as time passed I stopped, and when Torie rolled around, she was lucky to get a sticker on her baby calendar (which I forgot about most of the time). You are an EXEMPLARY mother. My friend Kary also writes reams to her kids. I think that’s amazing. xo
April 27th, 2006 08:57
On d’internet? Nah. It was for college, so I’ve no idea if I even have a copy anymore
And you love rugby, gwan. Admit it.
April 27th, 2006 09:23
I think going from grapenuts to mini wheats might be de-evolution. I’m just saying….
And when I read that quote from the book yesterday I thought, What the hell is that? and laughed out loud.
xo
April 27th, 2006 09:30
I started blogging because I wanted to be rich and famous. So far, 8 people read my blog. Hell-oo, can you say fame? Now all I have to do is get rich.
April 27th, 2006 09:35
Fence, like math, I barely know how to spell rugby. It’s a good thing you’re so darn cute.
WHAT? They didn’t publish your essay? Jerks. What grade did you get on it? xo
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Jeans, it IS a funny quote, in retrospect. In fact, it’s downright ridiculous and hilarious. As far as breakfast goes, I think 1 percent milk is better for me, calorie-wise, than yogurt, especially since I wasn’t eating the strictly non-fat kind. So, in that sense, it’s an evolution. In any other sense, it’s kid’s cereal, only without the prize. This pisses me off. (See ya at 1p, Ponyboy.) xo
April 27th, 2006 09:36
You are the most famous person I know, and Heather Anne, I know at least ten people! I mean, you’re doing pretty good… I’m sending you some money. (i was missing you. i thought maybe you died.) xo
April 27th, 2006 09:40
I started blogging (writing about happy things) because too many people wrote blogs dedicated solely to misery. I’m making the world a happier place ^_^ That’s my choc-chip cookie contribution. Also, you remind us daily how much you love us. Me? I leave you stuff to read
April 27th, 2006 09:44
Ponyboy?
April 27th, 2006 09:45
Effex, for the LIFE of me, when I saw your tag I was ready to get all revved up and nasty on some spammer butt! Turns out it was just lovely you. It’s a good thing, too, missy mae.
You make ME a happier place. And I do? Remind you of how much I love you? How awesome of me! Hey, Ace, I love you.
xo
April 27th, 2006 09:46
Jeans jeans jeans, the magical fruit. Have you never seen The Outsiders? It has your boyfriend, Matt Dillon, in it… xo
April 27th, 2006 09:57
Ooh, breakfast evolution I’m not ready for. I admire your stepping out. I do love frosted mini wheats, but I eat them as a snack. And I prefer the bite size.
As far as the blogging goes - I don’t think it matters what you write. You’ve become part of my morning routine… as long as there’s something new, I’ll be here.
It might be an interesting sociological experiment to see what would happen if you wrote complete nonsense for a week (wait, you’ve probably done that… let’s make it a month.) I bet we’d all still be here on day 31, yakking away in the comments section.
April 27th, 2006 10:04
I got an A, of course
Mainly because I paid it no attention whatsoever and wrote it in 5 minute bursts. This is my optimal operating system. I got at least two As that year for essays I put no effort in. And Bs in the rest.
April 27th, 2006 10:11
The Effervescence Experiment! That is the funniest thing I have read all day.
Jean, if you haven’t seen the Outsiders, I am going to need to call an emergency meeting of the Netflix Committee. It has everyone in it. And by everyone, I mean it has loads of hot guys in it.
Stay gold, Kelly Well.
April 27th, 2006 10:30
Oh. my. gosh. Loads of hot guys?? I’ll pick it up today.
April 27th, 2006 10:31
Cathy, apparently you missed my experimental “Ellen Foster” post, in which I deliberately wrote like a 9-yr-old ghetto child. I believe, at the end of the day, I had two comments on it, one of which was mine. The other was from generous Jenn I, who said something consoliatory (is that a word?) that I can’t remember now, but will forever appreciate anyway.
Bite-size mini-wheats are the ONLY mini-wheats. The other ones are bath mats, and I don’t know why anyone would bother. xo
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I can relate on the paper-writing, Fence. I write fast and can b.s. with the best when I have to. Also, one time I actually got an A for a paper I didn’t even write; I lied and said I’d submitted it when I hadn’t even written it. heh heh. I believe I may be SO going to hell.
xo
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Heathy, not the babies smelling of mouse holes? That wasn’t the funniest?
I’m going to whup that Jeans into shape, don’t you worry. xo
April 27th, 2006 10:32
Also, Heathy, I’m so mad now that I wasn’t more O Brother in my last comment to you. I wanted to say I was worried because “I thought you was dead.” DRAT my exemplary grammatical grasp! xo
April 27th, 2006 10:34
Looks like Jeans won’t need that ass-whuppin after all. Unless she’s lying… I’ll just have to escort her to the video store.xo
April 27th, 2006 11:26
Hi. Just saying hi. Missed you.
April 27th, 2006 16:40
They are reissuing Outsiders with scenes that the studio made the director cut. I guess it gets much longer. Kelly, I agree if you just say hi we would have a wonderful conversation until you decided what to say. I started writing so that others could know what I read. No one comments, but lots of people from Japan and the Islamic Republic of Iran among others have at least visited. I have to make sure and look at Shortstat every few days to make sure that people are visiting. I know when you cant sleep you stop. Thanks, I hope though that you aren’t using me to bore you to sleep. Take care, Love Rod and Ruth Ann.
April 27th, 2006 23:46
I love how all of our respective reasons for writing to Le Internet evolve over time. It’s great fun to watch, and to experience.
I also love! feeling like I am curled up on the comfiest of sofas with you, eating frosted mini-wheats (mine with soy milk) and chatting about billy goats munching our front lawns. : )
April 28th, 2006 04:15
i know about the journal vs blog thing…
i still write in a journal (on my home computer) - stuff that i can’t put outinto the public realm. (some of the stuff i write in there could get me in trouble!)
you are the Queen of getting comments! rock on.
April 28th, 2006 04:34
Firstly, I’d like to say none of my babies ever smelt of mouse holes. At least, I don’t *think* so…
I started blogging because friends asked me to! I thought I had absolutely nothing to say but once I started, there was plenty of drivel to be dredged up
I love to read whatever you have typed on that keyboard of yours, whether it’s deep and meaningful or just trying to make me wet my pants laughing.
Just one question though, something I’ve been wondering for a while now….what in the world are grape nuts????
April 28th, 2006 07:46
Grape nuts? Really? Oh…the yummiest of plain ol’ cereals. You can heat them up…you can put brown sugar on them. You’ll find them in your grocer’s aisle…
April 28th, 2006 21:54
Kelly, I am glad I met you through the Internet! I will read your mindless drivel whenever, even though I don’t think it’s mindless drivel. Oh and in case you are looking at your stats, that’s us in Albuquerque, NM.