Goodbye-For a Little While.

DON’T PANIC!

Oh, no one is?

Something has happened to me that is seriously gonna cut back on my blogging time.

What, you ask?

Life.

Life has caught up with me and now I have got to get caught up with it.

I have been having a three-week break from my on-line classes, that ends next week.

We are moving.

My daughter’s having a graduation ceremony.

So, between the packing, homework, and celebration of major life event, I am kinda busy.

Things should calm down in a couple of weeks or possibly three and then I will be back.

What do you mean, no reason to threaten you that way?

Nine Reasons I will Not, or Have Already, Unfollowed Your Blog.

People are funny or is that insane?  Whichever it is , you would think people would show some common sense if they expect to gain some blog followers, but that doesn’t, always, seem to be the case and hence the post for today.

 1. You say things that sound angry on every single blog post.

Now, before you look at the title of this blog and cry, “Hypocrite!”  I am not talking humor here. If you can rant and make it funny and not offend every single person on the planet, then go for it ! What I am talking  about is the I hate everyone and go do that bad word to yourself kind of ranting and raving.

2.Your blog is boring.  

I guess you can say boring is in the eye of the beholder. I find most daily life blogs boring, there are many fine expectations. But, some of the ones I have  taken a peep at are written in what would be the verbal communications equivalent of a monotone.

Example: Today it was hot and I decided to take the kids swimming. Got ice-cream, Jane spilled it down her suit. She looked so funny and so surprised. What a fun day!

Grandma might find that most interesting, but the rest of us not so much.

3.I don’t do cooking or gardening blogs.

Now,this  is purely a personal preference.You did nothing wrong and your blog may be simply marvelous, just not something I am interested in.

I don’t do many mommy or daddy blogs either, again you have done nothing wrong. I do have a couple of  exceptions, because the writing is good and it is not about Little Jimmy’s day every single post.

4. You only talk about how wonderful you are.-Yeah, I have really seen this. 

I can’t relate to you, because I mess up all the time and blog about it, too!   Most of the people I follow mess up, I guess I like the ones where people mess up.

5.If you don’t agree with me you are a moron. 

The world is full of people and most of them don’t agree with me*pout*, but that doesn’t mean they are stupid.  Misguided perhaps…  but whatever they are, making statements like this one I saw recently, “If you say the monumental thing I just said isn’t true than tough ti****s!, I know I’m right.”, may not be the best way to make friends and influence people. ( Alright, a bit of a paraphrase, but the bleeped out sentiment and the last four words were there.)

6.Tow menny spalling mistooks and unreadabulity.

Okay, I admit it I make spelling mistakes. I also continue to read other blogs, that have an occasional mistake or two or even three.  The key is readability, if I can read it, I can forgive it.

Use spell checker,  please. Yeah, yeah, yeah, Nazi grammar police, it doesn’t catch everything, but it helps.  Not talking flawless writing, just something I can make sense of is all I ask.

7. More than half of your blog post are  re-blogs.

An occasional re-blog is great, it gets people to new blogs and it is great for the people you are re-blogging, publicity is publicity after all. But, if half or more of your post are other people’s work, I wonder why you are blogging at all?  Don’t we blog to tell our story or to promote our own writing?  Sure we give the nod to other great writer’s out there, that is what a blogroll is all about, but you really do need to put up some fresh content of your own. If I have come to your blog I want to hear your voice.

8.Well..ahem… no offense…really…but.. ah..well…you can’t write.

I almost left this out of this list, who in the hell am I to tell someone else they cannot write?  Most, but certainly not all, of us bloggers are not professional writers. That is certainly true of this blogger.

I am not talking spelling and grammar# 6 dealt with that issue.

Perhaps you ramble, changing thoughts in mid-sentence without alerting the reader. Perhaps, you jump from subject to subject without tying the loose ideas together. Either way I am lost.

I can’t read what doesn’t make any sense, I don’t know why, but for some strange reason, I have always had that problem.

9. Your blog is no longer there.

Obvious one, I know,  and that is why I saved it for last. Usually this occurs  because  someone has quit blogging all together, but I have seen some jumpers. You close out one account and then open another, change your blog’s name 50 different times.

I had to change blog providers once and they wouldn’t let me keep the old name on the new account, so I do understand this is necessary, sometimes. But, if you disappear and reappear more often than a David Copperfield Illusion, than it is hard to keep up.

So, do you have a criteria or do you follow any old blog? Do you feel guilty about cutting ties?

In Misery We Roam.

So, Friday has rolled around once again and today I am doing my own thing, no silly , no ranting, plenty of spooky.

It is a poem that tells a story.

If you want funny, don’t worry plenty of that in the archives and I will be back Sunday or Monday with more silly.

In musty abandoned halls we roam

Reliving the hell we brought on ourselves

Chained by past deeds too awful to tell

Trapped  here and denied eternal peace

We roam these halls most days alone

With eyes that stare but cannot see the light

And wail out our misery in silence

We can no longer touch the things we love

We can only be tortured  by their ever-present memories

And although sometimes in company we roam

We only pass each other and are denied recognition

Then our cries turn into shrieks as we damn our fate

To be granted eternal life to live in misery

Feeling Young.

Now, to a 20- something I am old.

When I was a 20-something I thought anyone over 40  had to be ancient and their time on earth was limited to playing Yahtzee , listing to Bach, and, sitting on the porch rocking in the old rocking chair watching life pass you by.

But, now  I am over 40 and I don’t feel a day over 25.

Probably a bit more mature in my thinking than an average 25-year-old. ( Not likely, but it sounded good)

Still, I am a bit too exuberant for some old fuddy -duddies to handle.

I figure that is their problem.

I like to dance, sing to the songs on the radio, and embarrass this kids by acting like a potato.

Potato?  You ask? People -over -thirty -acting – twenty-one.

Anyway, it is payback time for all the embarrassment caused by them.

I want to dance until I am eighty if the body holds out.

Most days I feel incredibly young and then my body does something strange and I feel old.

That is the reality of middle age I guess.

The mind stays young, but the body ages. That is the downside.

But, most days I feel like dancing..yeah..

Anyone else out there feeling young? Are you still dancing?

Disappearing Act.

After all my complaining on what makes a bad blog  host,   I go and break one of the rules.

I disappeared for almost a week no explanations.

What do you mean, “Oh, you were gone?”

You know there were people out there asking about me!

What do you mean that one guy on Twitter?  He asked didn’t he!!

Anyway, I had a bit of a family emergency, which is all fixed now.

I will be posting a real blog post soon.

And next time I’ll try to give more warning.

And thank you Twitter guy, you know who you are, much appreciated.

Festival.

Yep, another Lillian McFerrin writes prompt, she is addictive.  5 sentence fiction a challenge I can’t refuse, it seems.

In eager anticipation we wait for it all year-long and drive our parents crazy with our constant asking if it has arrived yet and then with our grumpiness when told it is still a week away.

I start marking the calendar with X’s and my little brother makes a list of all the “cool” things we are going to do, the excitement is almost too much for us to bear!

When the day arrives hot and sticky, we can barely stand the wait until it gets dark, which everyone know is the best time to go; for then it is a feast for the eyes with all the neon lights.

Our parents park the car and then we stand in line for tickets,  we stand in line for amusement rides, and we stand in line for refreshments.

The tilt-a-whirl  awaits our eager anticipation, swirling us and the contents of our over-filled bellies; we stumble out sick and nauseated leaving our half digested cotton candy , caramel apples, and lemonade on the ground.

Holding the Dubious “Cute Kitten” Remark Over My Husband’s Head.

If you look over to the side and scroll down you will see the “real” me on the blogger page link.

I had mentioned  that I started using my real-life photo, because I wanted to stop being fearful of putting the real me out there. Then innocently or stupidly, whatever the case may be, said something about not wanting to continue hiding behind a cute kitten photo.

An individual, not be named,then said something like “funny, I thought it was a photo of a cute kitten”

So,after groaning audibly, I gave the poor near-sighted fellow a more civil reply than I felt like giving.

But, then I had a wicked thought, I can hold this over my husband’s head.

Oh, yeah ..you think I stink..well..someone out there thinks I’m cute.

Not only that, but I’m a cute kitten.

Makes no difference that I have no idea WTH that means.

It just seems to add more punch with the “kitten” attached.

So, on the rare times when I fight with my spouse I am going to throw the “cute kitten” thing at him and see what happens.

So, would you hold something over your spouse’s head? Hopefully it won’t be a cute kitten.

 

Meow!