If you wondered what I did this weekend, and your guess had something to do with “unclogging a toilet after it overflowed sewer water, which leaked through the floor and into the nearly-back-to-normal studio below and into a hamper of clean laundry” you would be correct. If you guessed I didn’t handle it “gracefully” you would also be correct. If you also guessed we “installed a new sump pump” and I “tried to snake the clogged drain downstairs of flood debris” and that I “dealt with horrible PMS” and that we “decided to put Monk on eight weeks of restriction to see if it helps his torn ligament problem, which makes me feel guilty and sad” you would ALSO be correct.
Far more important, however, is this. It is making me feel sort of like I’m need to throw up. Why aren’t we changing? What is wrong with us? Why are we so lazy and stubborn? Why am I so lazy and stubborn?
Friday questions. Why do you blog? Why do you read blogs? What blogs do you visit most often, and why? How often do you visit them? How much time daily do you spent reading other blogs/writing comments on blogs/posting on your own blog? What are you drawn to most in your favorite blogs?
My answers:
I’ve been blogging since 2000, and sometimes I am afraid it is because I am too narcissistic. But I like having a place to categorize things. I like having a place to share ridiculous pet stories. I’m fascinated with the community aspect of blogging, although I know I stay on the very very outskirts of these communities. Sometimes a stranger emails me to say that something I wrote about depression helped them, and that is the only reason I can bring myself to occasionally write about that topic.
I used to read a ton of blogs, when I had more free time. Mostly for entertainment, and again because of the community fascination. However, my schedule has changed over the last year. I don’t read blogs at work. I realized I needed to choose between the overwhelming blog reading/commenting or spending more time in the evening focused on things like “relaxing” and “catching up with my husband.” My life has been better since I removed that guilt–I think I read many blogs out of guilt, because I knew the owner read mine.
The blogs I check most often are Sagebrush and Serendipity, Swistle, and Royales with Cheese. I check them every day to every few days, and there are many others I try to catch up on once a week or every two weeks. If I had time, I would visit all of you and comment daily, but again, it’s a choice I had to make. It’s horrible to admit I don’t read you all every day. I honestly think I visit those three the most because because of the relationship I have with the writer–a dear friend, a dear email/internet friend, and my man.
When I post, I spend anywhere from 10-60 minutes. I don’t comment very often on other blogs now, because I was spending so much time/energy going it.
My favorite blogs have always been honest, interesting, thoughtful, and lively. Less writing on day to day details, more on emotions/anecdotes/ideas. I like blogs that rile me in good ways. I dislike TONS of complaining on blogs, and have always liked blogs that are positive and upbeat. I feel I hear a million people complain about everything, every day, in person. Humor and hope are important to me and the way I spend my free time, and I guess that goes for bloggy blogs, too.
This was after work Saturday night. I think it is how I have been looking lately.
Do you know who lurrrrrrrrrrrves not having air conditioning? The cats. Because they are ridiculous.
He really does nap like this.
Last Monday was our anniversary, and we’ve decided to do the traditional anniversary gift list, because I think it is hilarious/awesome. We exchanged books, and my husband coined the phrase “Paper paperversary!”
I love him.
I also decided we should take a photo of ourselves together each anniversary, and then we can look back and, as Jut put it, “see the horrible ways we’ve aged.”
YEAR ONE.
These are the yellow curtains.
This is a courthouse.
These are clouds on Saturday evening, before a tiny storm blew over.
Another foe of the dogs. This one is one of my favorite bunnies. Jut won’t let me name all the wild bunnies who run rampant in our back yard (he doesn’t want to “get attached” and then “freak out when they die or get hit by cars”), but that doesn’t stop me from thinking of them with descriptive classifiers. This one is Tiny Favorite Bunny. See? Not at all attached.
This is a good store.
Sunday Jut caught Cab walking around with a bottle of Off! bug spray in his mouth.
