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Friday, October 16, 2009

Yes, this again.

Every so often, out of the blue I go through a 'Meh' phase about my blog and I tell myself to just stop it already and leave the poor internets alone with my whining and whittering on about nothing in particular. Sometimes I have such great stuff to write and I sit here and it's all so hard, such an effort, so boooooooring to me to tell myself what I just did. Sometimes I make myself laugh ( which in turn makes me laugh because really, it's sad isn't it, you know when you sit down to write all about your terrible day and somehow when it's written down it is so tragically hilarious I can't help but laugh, sometimes I just laugh because I find myself so hilarious what else would I do? Oh how I wish I could see other people laughing at, no, with, me.)
I am sort of understanding 'Twitter' not in a "I do that and love it kind of way" but in an " Aha! That's why they do it" kind of way. So far I have gathered Twitter is all about posting links to your blog so more people will read it ( and I have not done that, EVER, because a) I don't know how to post links and b) it annoys the very crap out of me when everyone else does it. It is SO self serving to just say " Hey look linkylink to ME" Also, people on Twitter are not their real selves, they are either super happy and cheery and annoying or so unbelievably aggressive that my bowels often turn to water just reading their MoFo Tweet.
What is it about that that normally reasonable women feel obliged to use the M F*er words every time they tweet? Good grief, calm down people, nothing is that awful, really. So, I see why people do it but I really don't get the addiction to it, at all. I see that celebrities have Twitter pages and it is sort of fun to see what they tell the world, I don't believe for a moment though that give a tinker's cuss to hear what any of us have planned for the day.
So, I get bored with writing here and it's a good job I am not in it for adulation because let's face it, if it weren't for Google I wouldn't really have clue if anyone even reads this anymore, I do find it annoying that some people can post about changing a blow out diaper and get 39873 comments and others ( me) can lay it all on the line and get 6, on a good day. Comments are splendid but I have to say that as much as I love them, if that is the reason I wrote, I would have stopped a very long time ago.
I do this because I love reading it years later.
I have always written journals and I have always loved to look back and see just what I was thinking way back when.
I found my journals from way back when I met H online 2 weeks ago and I am so enjoying reading them. I pretty much got him pegged right off, amazing to read about how awful he was to me when I went to meet him the first time and yet I still went back and married him. I am glad that my heart knew what my head didn't quite believe and my heart won.
I love to go back a year, 2 years and see what I was doing this time, then.
I love to see what my children were doing and see pictures of how they looked then.
I wish I could enjoy writing about it a bit more because lately, when I read what I write I am SO BORED. I don't laugh at myself, I seem to just write the facts and get out of here.
Maybe it will come back, my ability to amuse myself by writing about my day. I hope so, it's a lovely thing to have and I miss it.
If it does come back I am sure you'll notice and I shall be sure to write hilarious daily entries and you will all be totally unable to read and leave without commenting on my wit.
Until then, too bad, this is it. Over and out. Pthhhhhhhhh.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Helen,
Your blog is never boring, I LOVE reading it, even though I seldom comment. I read it every day! You are always so interesting, and I know there are others who think so too.
Paulette

11:56 pm  
Blogger Angela said...

There must be something in the air or the water or something b/c there are a lot of us who are in a bloggy rut. Personally, I am just burned out of typing. Of uploading pictures. Of trying to be witty. I'll get back eventually. But for now, bah! Humbug! :)

12:22 am  
Blogger Tired Mom of Six said...

I blogged about this same very thing the other day. Must be an epidemic in the blogging world!

I love your blogs, but of course, I know what your lovely voice sounds like so I imagine that you are the one reading the blog and it is always glorious. :)

Love you, my friend...will be waiting for when you come back.

1:47 pm  
Anonymous Sara said...

Love reading everything you write, Helen (and hearing it in your voice) xxxx.

3:24 pm  
Blogger Ms. Sarah said...

I love reading about you and your family. I cant wait to experince england again with my husband in a few years for 10 year anniversary. We are doing it becasue your pictures of the beautiful place you have shown us over the years. We will be waiting for your return :)

4:13 pm  
Blogger Julie Julie Bo Boolie said...

I'd happily read your grocery list :)

11:04 pm  
Blogger Cathy said...

I laugh at and with you all.the.time!

love you so

1:28 am  

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