I imagine that you’ve noticed I’ve not blogged in a couple of months, and you may have been asking yourself, "Why, why has Connie abandoned me? Where is her bloggity goodness?"
I wish I knew. I think it’s because I’m trying to figure out the purpose of the blog. When I first started blogging here, the main purpose was as an exercise for me to write the way I speak. Years of training and drilling people in proper grammar, punctuation, and spelling (for which I do need a spellchecker because I make lots of typos) had turned my writing very formal and, frankly, kind of cold. While I’ll own being a bitch most of the time, I’m neither cold nor formal, so the blogging exercise was good. And I think it’s helped. I still try to spell and punctuate well, and I’ll always use a lot of big words, but that’s actually how I talk anyway. It’s my not-so-secret delight to send people looking for their dictionaries.
I also read a lot of blogs, and they’re different kinds of blogs from the completely inane to the wonderfully insightful and everywhere in between. I wonder what kind of blogger do I want to be.
I know what I don’t want. I don’t want to be a political blogger. I vote and I have my convictions, but beyond that, I generally don’t give a shit about politics. Except to say that Christopher Moore’s blog today (or last night) about Barak Obama being the antichrist was fabulous. Of course, I think that everything he writes is fabulous, which is why I own all his books (and you should, too), but I digress.
I don’t want to talk about just what I’m reading or my weight loss struggles, although I mention those. I used to blog weekly on blogspot after my Weight Watchers meeting, but I stopped doing that a long time ago. I do wonder sometimes what happened to the annoying woman in the Wednesday noon who didn’t follow the actual eating plan but just prayed for the weight to come off anyway. I bet she’s still fat and annoying.
The kids are grown. Ms. Thing’s going to go live with her boyfriend and That Boy will be moving out, probably at the end of the summer, so I don’t have quite as many fun kid stories as I used to.
I’m not one to blog about my work. I sit here in my dining area wearing a headset all day (and clothes, too, wouldn’t want you to think I work in the nude) and take spoken words and put them on paper. I love it, I’m good at it, but it’s not fascinating to anyone except other medical transcriptionists. Plus there are confidentiality issues that might come up. I will say, just in case she reads this, that I love my boss. She’s great.
I’m going to move this year. There’s a house being built for me next door to my mom (which I’m sure will be a great source of stories when I move in) but currently we’re in the lot clearing/putting in the septic system phase, and it’s just not that exciting. I’m also pretty sure you don’t want the details of my packing, but maybe I’ll share paint colors when the time comes. Maybe. If you’re nice.
So what’s left? My dating life? Sorry, I can’t write about something that doesn’t exist, except to say that I really like being single. Besides sex and the occasional spider removal, both of which I can, theoretically do for myself, at this point in my life I don’t really need a man around. I really like setting my own schedule around my needs and nobody else’s. I LOVE being in charge of the remote control and the DVR 100% of the time. There are no words to express to express my abject joy at not having to share a bathroom or a checking account.
I had a little epiphany recently. I have those pretty regularly which I think comes from spending a lot of time alone. But this one came from an answer I gave on a Weight Watchers message board, something I wrote about being a work-at-home MT and finding time to exercise, and I didn’t spend a lot of time thinking about what I was writing, I just dashed off the answer. And in my answer, I stated that I had the "supreme advantage" of not having to cater to a man. About an hour later, I cancelled my membership the online dating site that I had been surfing.
I think that I’m going to need a trip to the adult store for a BOB. Do they make BOBs that do spider removal?
2 comments:
I would imagine all BOBs can smash spiders if you need to? I was going to say sharing the bathroom with a man sucks and sometimes when you want the entire bed to yourself, it's nice when you get it. Lately, I've needed my man to open jars - I must be getting arthritis is my right hand because I can't open jars anymore. Without a man in the house, I can imagine you don't have to wonder "Why isn't he talking to me? Why does he HAVE to do THAT!" and Why does he just sit there and do nothing. Well, that's just me. It's like having a slug in the house that pays the bills. Slug Slug Slug.
Oh, and you wanna know the truth as to why I don't blog much anymore? Because the DH told me I'm "always" on the computer - Am I supposed to feel guilty about that? Yeah, I do. I surf, I read the news, I spend time on my photographs and editing and he makes me feel guilty for having a hobby. I do laundry, clean boogers, clean faces, pick up/drop off kids. So, I read more now. At least THAT looks more productive than just being on the computer. Why do I let this man make me feel guilty? Ugh.
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