“1.) List of 10 things blogging has taught you.”
Oh, yes, prompt #1 – I PICK YOU. I’m going to do it backwards, a la David Letterman.
10. There are a lot of important things I need to be doing….right after I finish this blog post. It’s like a conversation with my inner rambler – if I don’t pop in and say hi she gets upset and wonders why I’m ignoring her. Then we have to go through that whole thing about how cleaning the house is NOT more important than she is and how I’ll try to make time for her more often. My inner rambler is a little bit needy. But then she tells me a joke and it’s all better.
9. I can spend copious amounts of time on other people’s blogs. Some people are SO INTERESTING. I click on one person’s site that I found over here at so-and-so’s blog which I got to from this place over here… and then next thing I know it’s been 5 hours. And still I click. I think I need a 12-step.
8. I joke about making grammatical errors and misspellings, but it really is that bad. I’ve not made a single post without having to re-post with corrections. Even though I proofread. Several times. And enlist help from a friend. And use spell check. Even the ones with only photos. There are probably mistakes in this post. Meh. I’ll just correct them in the re-post.
7. People are so funny. I mean seriously funny. I’m glad no one can see me during my blog reading time because I’m sure I look like a lunatic bursting out in hysterical laughter at random intervals. There are so many clever bloggers. I visit them daily like a good little stalker.
6. I love a giveaway. I know that everyone does, but I’ve entered giveaways for things I don’t even want. “Enter now for a chance to win this old cow bell!!!” SIGN ME UP. Like I need more cowbell. Okay so I do need more cowbell. “Free motorcycle ashtrays! Leave a comment!” Apparently, I get my self esteem from other people giving me something for free. Well, that, and the fact I’m completely awesome.
5. I’m not the technical genius I thought I was. There are things in blogger I haven’t managed to figure out. I’ve only been doing this for a couple of months, but I just switched to the new editor, like, two days ago. What was I waiting for? Did I develop 2-month nostalgia for the old editor? It was probably because I was spending all of the time I should be spell checking and improving my own blog on other peoples blogs, laughing it up. Anyway, I’ll refer you to my real-life friend Kat’s comment on this post about comment moderation. It went something like this: “And turn off comment moderation, you dweeb.” So I did. I mean did I turn it ON at some point? I don’t remember that. Maybe it’s automatically set that way? Although I do vaguely remember clicking on everything all willy-nilly when I first set up the blog. I was click happy. It took me several minutes to find where to turn it off. Blogger is a mysterious, complex world.
4. I feel like I’m in high school again. I’m having to go around the blog school yard and meet the people like the new kid. I’m still learning all the best parts of the playground to play in. Luckily, my friends are the cool kids, so everything’s okay. I’m also still working out snack time, nap time and sharing but when I go home at the end of the day, I have lots of stories for mom.
3. I love a photo story about pretty much anything. One of my favorite posts is this one at For Love or Funny about a sad little cheese curl. I thought to myself, that’s something I’d do, except not quite as funny. And this picture by dooce made my day. I love that dog’s eyes. I LOVE A PHOTO or twelve.
2. I love a comment. Comments make me happy. It’s like a little head peeps out of the nebulous blogging world and says, “hi, there.” I like that people read the blog. Then I think, “Oh, no…real people are reading this. Should I feel self conscious? Is the blog good enough??” Then I remember my afore mentioned complete awesomeness and go back to being happy about comments.
And the #1 thing blogging has taught me: I amuse myself. A LOT. Is that completely just wrong? It’s probably helped by all of my neuroses and delusions of awesomeness, but I like writing about silly stuff and wondering where it all came from. I am my own party. I celebrate silliness. I blog about mayonnaise and spider crickets (of death) and candy.
I love my life.