Aw.... shucks, guys, you are the BEST. Really.
Every comment is like a big fat hug and now I am soooo over the fact that I am old bag who not even the 8-year-old wants to be seen with, and who can't even get cars to stop so she can cross the street anymore, much less cause the traffic accidents of her youth. (OK. Apparently not totally over it, but getting there.)
Blogging can be overwhelming to me sometimes, fueling my already large sense of inadequacy - I have the design skills of a 18-month-old let loose in the living room with a red magic marker and tend to stick my head in the sand about technical updates as well. I don't think half the blogs on my blogroll are still alive, even, and the fact that Google alerts people that I've written a post kinda freaks me out. What if they're busy right now, Google? What if you make them come all the way over here, and I don't really have a decent post? Why can't you leave them alone already? They'll click on me when they want to, is what I say. It's just too much pressure on me if you're going around bothering people, Mr. Google. And Follower? What the heck with that? Now we have to collect pictures of everyone?
It's really just too tiring.
So anyway, I'm very appreciative of all of you who come around despite my bad blogging skills and tendency to talk too much.
Thank you for all your suggestions for getting out of funks, too. Chocolate and wine were the most popular suggestions, followed by exercise of some variety. A couple of people who are clearly on crack suggested having a baby, but... yeah. No. Have you not been paying attention? I think that's what got me into this mess in the first place. (Feel free to send pics of yours, though, because they're awful cute - especially when I'm not the one in charge of taking them to baseball or figuring out how to papier-mache a solar system for them at 9 o'clock at night.)
Obviously, my favorite suggestions were those that claimed to come here to cheer up and I tried my mightiest to make the random generator spew out one of them as the winner, alas, to no avail. Still, I'm pretty happy with the actual winner, though: You gotta love a woman who can work the word "buttular" into a comment, right? So Seanna Lee, email me with your snail mail addy, and I'll send out my latest creation:
a summer scarf out of CEY Silky Alpaca laceweight.
Um... when I finally finish it.
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The folks over at humor-blogs get their summer scarves ready BEFORE they hold the contest.
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You know, anytime you want some in-person baby cuddles followed by handing the baby right back over to me when she begins to fuss, let me know. It doesn't matter what kind of mood I'm in. She smiles, and I'm just utterly delighted.
However, I may send you home with one of the bigger boys. Fair's fair. :)
HAVE A BABY TO GET OUT OF A FUNK? I have to go lie down just until the absurdity passes...
I think it's the Boston weather. I've got the Funk too. No babies for me either, thankyouverymuch.
"Buttular" - I love it! I shall endeavour to use it regularly in everyday conversation.
As in "right now, I am sitting on my buttular in my pyjamas and dressing gown (it's dayumn cold here today) contemplating not moving all day"
Have a baby to get OUT of a funk? Wow. That, uh, that works...does it?
Don't get me wrong. I luuuuuurve me the babies (obviously). But HAVING one? Not so much with the lurve-feelin', there.
GET the SCARF OFF of the PEONIES! Ants! Annnnnnnts! Have you never put peonies out at a dinner parrty and watched the ants swarm out of them? That's how they procreate!
hey, blogging helps with my sense of inadequacy too! I knew there was a reason we were friends.
Buttular is a good word. I think you are right. I too plan to use it in a sentence soon.
You're like some really good chocolate. If you have too much available all of the time you don't appreciate it nearly as much as when you get to savor it every now and then.
Or I may be full of bull dookie, but I loves you anyway.
Buttular: as in
"the shape of that peach is quite buttular" or
"check out the buttular growth on the side of that tree!"
(Feel free to not visit my blog, I'm so lame that all I can manage with it lately are complaints. More typically though I just don't bother with it except to get to the blogs I read.)
And you don't have a baby to get out of a funk! You tell your husband you're having one, just to amuse yourself. Add a glass of wine and some popcorn and ta-da! Free entertainment!
I prefer getting out of a funk by going to mexixo and hiring a really hot cabanna boy. Of course that hasn't happend yet, but a girl can dream right?
Looks gorgeous. I am a spinner/weaver and (fake it) knitter. Always admire seeing what others are up to. Keep at it, beautiful!
I bet Bossy's design team can't knit--so you're even!
OK, I think Daphne has the best idea of the bunch. It certainly has the ring of up close and personal schadenfreude written all over it!
I have a 11-month-old niece, so i can relieve any baby urges by holding her. blogging is rewarding, yet overwelming--you do a great job at it!
...and Carol Brady's hair wasn't nearly as thick and lovely as yours! Remember 'The Shag'?? Eww...
You don't need to HAVE a baby... just hold somebody else's for awhile and then give it back when it cries/poops/spits up
:)
I'm 38 weeks pregnant. When mine comes out you can borrow him for a while. So I can shower. Then I want him back :) I promise he will be cute!
I think the real reason I didn't want kids is because I remembered all those PROJECTS that we had to do and my parents saying, Yeah, right, we'll help you and then never did. Who needs to build a relief map of South America TWICE?
Oh God, no, not a baby! Run away! Run away!
You reckon I can start using BUTTULAR in my crosswords? Great word!
course the 3 of us could alway just meet 1/2 way for dinner/drinks!
Awww.that was all nice. I think. You were trying to be nice, right? :-)
So, Google Alert, alerts people? I don't like the idea of it later. It seems so...pushy. Like "read my blog! read it! I'm desperate!" They sign up for these alerts, right? Geez, I hope so. I'd hate to think that they think I'm sending them these notices. I mean my life is sad, but not that sad, ya' know?
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