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Out with the old, in with the….

 

Yeah, whatever.

I’m not big on the retrospective “best of  (insert year) ” posts. And I’d never bore you with all the New Year’s resolutions I plan to break. (or most likely, have already broken.)  Don’t “tag” me with the 20 questions game, I won’t play.  Throwback Thursday, What The Hell Wednesday and Seriously, Who Cares Saturday are not my thing. That doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy reading yours.. ( well… I might not, but if it’s Saturday you won’t care. And that’s a beautiful thing.)

I’ve always marched to the beat of my own drum.. (and yes, the occasional Mariachi Band. But only if the margaritas are stellar.)  …so you’re more apt to find a blog about flying poop than profound thoughts on the coming New Year on my page this week.

 

 

But I did want to take a minute to say thank you.

Thank you for reading, for following, for laughing and most of all? Thank you for making me feel welcome in the few months that I’ve been here. I’ve been blogging for longer than I care to remember and have had a lot of sites die from underneath me. While I sincerely hope that was poor management or low readership numbers and not the direct result of my setting up shop there…. (Damn. Did I really kill them all? If so, let me apologize in advance for dooming this wonderful site to a fiery end.) … you lot have made me feel welcome at WordPress, and for that I’m grateful.

So here’s to another year of crazy.

Of finding the ridiculous and sharing it.

Another year of irony.

Of adventure.

And of friendship.

Most definitely of that.

 

 

Thanks for being my tribe.

 

 

How’s this for irony?

 

You stuck with me for 29 posts about our vacation to the Berkshires last month.

(29! I think that’s a record, even for me.)

 

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Yes, I’m really done.

But admit it… you enjoyed the ride, right?

 

 

Okay,  that was hurtful.

But thanks to modern technology, and WordPress’s scheduling feature…… as you sit and read this post on the 18th, I’ve actually just returned from a new vacation in the mountains of Vermont.

 

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Yes.

It’s true.

We left on the 10th, and came back the 17th.

 

 

And rest assured I’ll have hundreds more pictures of our adventures that I’ll  have to share.

 

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You’re welcome.

The blogging life.

 

I had lunch with a friend the other day and we were in the middle of an epic catch up session when I mentioned I’d found a new blog site and was really enjoying it.

Me –  “It’s a large platform with lots of amazing writers.”

Her –  “Blogging?  Yeah… I’ve never understood the appeal.”

Me –

       

 

Her –  “It seems so totally self absorbed. I mean, what do you blog about?”

Me –   *sputtering*  *turning red*

“Life!”

( I may have screamed. I’m not sure.)

But it got me thinking, what do I blog about? Right now, it’s whatever nonsense is floating around in my head and needs to get out. That long fuzz covered blue thingy in the back of the fridge that may or may not have started life as a pickle? Sure! The old lady at Goodwill who had a vibrator in her cart because she thought it was a portable hand blender? Absolutely! But it wasn’t always that way.

No… back in the early days of Yahoo 360 and Multiply, it was personal.  I ranted about family, and relationships, and mother in laws from Hell. I had a small community of close friends who knew (almost) everything that was happening in my life. And then I got burned. I was posting about a particularly horrid SIL… okay, I may have called her  a hag. But she was. And still is. And crikey… she wasn’t supposed to be reading it! But she did and ….

 

 

Yeah, the proverbial excrement hit the rotating blade.

See…. I’ve always kept my blogging life and real life separate. The husband is an uber-private person and hates it if I tell my best friend anything… no less people on line that we’ve never actually met. So what did the hag do? She found my online blog presence, read every single post I’d ever made and left a seriously hateful comment on the last one. (At 3:30 in the morning no less. Clearly it was a riveting read.) And no… we haven’t spoken since. That was 8 years ago.

So I shut it down. No more public access, no more personal details.

And then it became a “thing” in our marriage. You know,  the “things”.  Those topics that no matter how many years you spend together, they’ll always cause friction. I mean geesh, I wasn’t spilling racy secrets from the bedroom….. (and I won’t no matter how much you beg me.  You’re welcome.) …. I was joking about the crap he accumulates in the cellar! Where’s the harm in that? But I got tired of the snide, “Oh, I suppose you’re going to blog about that now” comments every time something happened, so after my first site died a slow death?  I told him I was done blogging.

But I wasn’t.

So yes…. you lot are my guilty, secret pleasure. (How pathetic is that? Nothing dark and twisted, just you. Sigh…)

 

 

There, I said it.

I blog on the down low. And I keep it light… because for me, it’s always been about entertainment. I know there are a lot of inspirational blogs about overcoming hardships, heartfelt blogs about love and loss, fashion blogs, cooking blogs, gardening blogs…. and I enjoy them all. Even the occasional blog about running. (Do you have any idea how many of them there are? What’s wrong with people? Don’t they own comfortable chairs…?)  I mean… I’m diverse damn it! I can read about other people running even if I personally feel like  –

 

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That’s the wonderful thing about blogging! It’s unique to each and every person who does it…. and if you’re lucky enough to find bloggers of similar interests and styles?  Who laugh with you.. and occasionally at you?

You’ve found your tribe.

For me, they’re usually snarky, smart mouthed, fringe dwellers who are just a little bit bent. Because… well, I’ve been told I’m a little hard to take.

 

 

Shocking, I know.

But my husband has always felt the need to warn his co workers about me before we meet, so there must be something to it. I may look sweet, but my mouth does tend to get me in trouble when it gets going. And if I’m feeling comfortable enough around you to let the crazy out?

 

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You’re my people.

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Newbie question.

 

So the fact that WordPress thinks I’m trash and my comments need to be thrown into the Spam folder den of iniquity got me thinking….

 

 

How do they determine what’s Spam? Do they filter through key words or volume of traffic like some blogging version of the NSA?

 

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And why do I have numerous followers who clearly want nothing to do with me other than to hawk their direct marketing schemes? I understand people make money on their pages here, and that’s great. But if someone like bombs 18 of my posts in 18 seconds just to get me to check out their business site…

What’s up with that?

 

 

I’ve never been one of those people who determines their worth by how many followers, friends or contacts are on their list. My ego isn’t that fragile, and I guess I was wondering if y’all keep those type of bloggers…. or remove them from your followers list?

Because I already get enough phone calls from Rachel at Card Holder Services in real life, I don’t need it here.

 

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Is Wordpress hangry?

 

And if not…. why does it keep eating my comments?

So I’m happily cruising blogs, leaving killer comments, thinking…

“Ya, I really slayed that one.”

Only to go back a while later   wondering why no one has complimented me on my razor sharp witcursing the blog owner for ignoring me ,  to read other comments and find that mine has disappeared.

 

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So, I leave the same killer comment again.

Making sure it stuck this time…

 

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Sorry, my mind went there.

And if I check a third time? Yeah… the comment is still A.W.O.L.

 

 

There are only 3 possible explanations.

  1.   The blog owner doesn’t think I’m clever and deleted it. (No, that can’t be it.  I’m delightful, damn it!)
  2.   I was dreaming and/or ghost typing in my sleep.  (Possible, but not likely. Although I did sleep walk as a child and apparently watched an entire Vincent Price movie without waking up… which is really the only way to enjoy The Tingler.)

Yes, that’s a real movie.

Don’t believe me?

 

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You can thank me for the nightmares later.

And finally,  reason #3.  WordPress is hangry…. or just plain screwing with the newbie.

Which is the reason I’m leaning toward because… every once in a while?  My comment will post 4 times making me look desperate for attention. (Which I’m not, really…. no matter how many times I hang out my window and yell, “Hey sailor!”)

So, WordPress?

Cut it out.

The newbie is not amused.

A question for Wordpressers….

 

From a relatively new WordPressee.  (Okay that’s not a word, so sue me)

I’ve been blogging for a while now.

Started with Yahoo 360 back in the day…

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(Admit it, you hear the yodeling)

And lived through their horrible experiment Mash.

 

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Let’s Mash?

(Let’s not and say we did.)

Moved on to Multiply…

 

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Which instead of proliferating like rabbits as the title suggests, died a slow death and left me adrift.

I found Blogster…

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Which had a great platform but a disinterested owner who let it become rife with trolls and go belly up with technical issues.

Yes… I’ve outlived more sites than I care to admit.

So now I’m here, feeling my way around.

WordPress has some wonderful writers,  and a plethora of blogs way more interesting than mine.  ( Although if you’re into watching someone wage war with woodchucks and the occasional Tequila bottle, I’m your girl ) (Okay, more than occasionally… geesh.)

But I have to admit I’m not feeling the sense of community I felt with other sites. No one stops by to say hello, or welcome you with a pie. ( btw, I like blueberry )

I can’t even implement the time honored tradition of poaching my friend’s followers because they’re not listed here. (What’s up with that!)

I’m in the habit of reading a post and commenting… even if I have no intention of returning for a second helping.  ( Pie reference again, apologies )

So am I jumping the gun…. expecting too much connection, too soon?  Or is this really the drive by of blog sites? I know you’re out there… I see the visitor stats.

And hey, our blueberries are almost ripe.

 

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If you stop and say hello…

I’ll bake the pie.