I wonder about blogging. I mean who really wants to read about the life and times of the average middle aged mom? I live my life and really from personal experience I KNOW it’s not that interesting.. however here i am, a boring, self obsessed narcissists blogging mainly as a means to discuss the inconsequential minutiae of my day to day life .....
What is a blog really? An on line forum where I can post which ever strange bits of information I choose to share. For which friends and family with any interest can visit and read or not as they choose. The odd photo and the latest art work can hang up alongside my text, and the odd inappropriate quote.
The upside to this hair brained blog is that those who wish to read about the ongoing saga of what was once a very adventurous life turned into domesticated suburbanite yuppie-dom can do so without my clogging your inboxes at random intervals, and those who really don’t care can quit being bothered by the same. ..
You have to believe most bloggers have few if any actual readers. The writers are in it for other reasons. …after all it is well know that many blogs are loaded with vanity posts, half-truths, rumours, and even intentional distortions… I’m not sure where mine fits in… no doubt smack in the middle of the classic middle class, yuppie bloggers with distorted views of how dull their lives really are….
Don’t get me wrong… I LOVE my life. Love it. I’m happy. My job might not be my dream job, but it keeps me in the manner that I am rapidly becoming accustomed too, and since yuppies are after all defined by superficial and selfish materialism… I should also state that … I love my house. I love that it takes me 5 minutes to drive to work… 25 to walk, I love that there are trails near my house and clean air, and deer that sleep in the middle of the cul-de-sac. I love my husband, and his willingness to indulge my artistic exploits… like painting the bedroom nuclear reactor green… with a hint of lime…
And speaking of green paint...... I’ve finished another piece. I took that green smear... the I mentioned in an earlier blog (abandoned since before baby) and with Chicken Little sleeping with his head cocked at an awkward angle jammed in the Snugli I managed to coax an image out of all that smear on paper.
Behold! The Mossy Grotto!! A distant relative of Fern Gully (ok... so you might have had to have been an avid follower of cartoons, or have had small children in 1992 to get the reference... bad joke. sorry. )