let’s keep it real.
Posted on | March 11, 2010 | 35 Comments
blogging is a strange gig.
i have to admit, i never in a million years thought my online journal about my kid would turn into what it has. i feel blessed, really i do. i can say with complete honesty that if it weren’t for an internet connection, i might be in the crazy house by now. you guys keep me sane. this blog keeps me sane (and insane at times, but for the most part, sane). having a plethora of people at my fingertips for advice is something i love and do not take for granted.
after reading this hilarious and amazing post passed along by my friend Jill, i couldn’t help but think about how blogs influence people. i come across many blogs that make me feel less than adequate. i have to remind myself often that i’m doing the best i can and that crazily, people may come across mine and feel inadequate (which may i just say, is MIND BOGGLING). to curb any thoughts that this pretty layout and fun pictures may plant in your head, i’ve thought i’d tell you all some stuff i don’t include in my normal posts.
the only thing my husband ever asks me to do is set the coffee timer for the morning. he has to be up at 4:30 (i know) so it’s my duty to get the coffee ready. this week i have forgotten every single night. each morning i’ve come down stairs to see he has had to make it himself. he never expects me to clean, never says a word about laundry or dishes or the fact that i am sometimes still in my jammies when he gets home, and i can’t even set a coffee timer for him? i’m a jerk.
the photos you see of Harper are pure luck. omg, not the cute part, she’s got that one covered, i mean the fact that she is sitting still. taking pictures of my child is HARD. when i post pics it’s because i’ve set up a prime photo taking scenario before hand. she needs something to play with that is off limits or she hasn’t seen in a while in order to keep her interest for 3 minutes. which is currently the longest amount of time she will sit still. she ignores the camera and those people who’s kids smile or say cheese for one? i don’t have one of those. NO. and you can be sure that most photos of myself are tidied up. have you ever met picnik? i have yet to find a photo that can’t be made blogworthy, even if i look like complete dump.
i get pee my pants excited when someone offers me a giveaway. i still have no clue how this happens or where people find me or anything. i’ve gotten emails asking me how to do this and the answer is I DON’T KNOW. i’m as confused as you are. i’m also very confused when i see that over a thousand people read this nonsense everyday. i will probably never get a grasp on how that happens. the internet is crazy.
i try not to offend people, but i’m working on letting go of that. it’s inevitable. i am who i am and am not going to apologize for it. it’s pretty obvious that as bloggers, we like talking about ourselves. we like attention and anyone who tells you otherwise is lying. why else would we be here? however, it doesn’t make putting yourself out there and making yourself vulnerable any easier. i bet even the biggest bloggers have trouble hitting “publish” sometimes. or at least used to.
let’s see, what else? oh. my house is never clean. it’s a scientific fact that the upstairs and downstairs cannot be clean at the same time. it would mess up the time space continuum. if you walk in to our house and it’s sparkling clean, DO NOT GO UPSTAIRS. and conversly, if you walk in and it’s messy, let me escort you upstairs. we can hang out in our bedroom.
let be me straight, this is not a woe is me post. trust me, i’d hate to ever have the hammer thrown down on me again. i promise i think i’m just the right amount of wonderful. i just want to be real with you. right now? i’m wearing a hoodie with a pegasus on it, i haven’t showered, i just reheated my coffee for the 3rd time and Harper is running around trying to see inside her belly button. the cat just barfed (AGAIN) and i’m dreading cleaning up her recycled friskies. life is silly. it’s not perfect. i’m gonna stop now before i say something totally gross and lame like “it’s a crazy life, but it’s OUR life”.
anyone?
post summary: blog envy happens. just remember your favorite blogger, whoever it may be, has stinky poop, too.

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Suzanne Reply:
March 12th, 2010 at 9:44 am
Um yeah. Wrong post. Deletesy?
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