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Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Drunk blogging 4tw

I've been thinking about this blogging thing that I do. That's what I do, you know, I think. I have a constant ongoing conversation with myself going on in my head at all times about everything that I've ever thought about in my entire life. By the way, I'd like a show of hands, please, from everybody that I know: how many times have you received an email from me that starts with "I've been thinking...." I bet there are a lot of you. Oh, wait, though, not very many people I "know" read this blog, ever since I stopped posting things to Facebook, and I stopped doing that the day my mom told me "I always stop reading after the first 'fuck' or 'shit' It's.... embarrassing...." Hey, thanks Mom! You've always been so supportive in the past, this is exactly what I expecting this time! Anyway, moving on....

I've been thinking about this blogging thing that I do. I've talked about this before, but I don't feel like hunting those posts down, so just take my word for it. It's weird, this blogging thing. I take what's in my head and I type it out, and then other people read it, and then they comment, or they don't. It's weird. The only thing that I've ever done that's similar is to type out long, rambling emails to friends that they either don't respond to or they say "Oh, yeah, hey, that's GREAT!" Yeah, you're nuts. (show of hands?) It's strange, because I'm not a writer, and yet that's what I do here, every day. When I say "I'm not a writer" I don't mean "I'm a bad writer," I mean it just doesn't come naturally to me, it's hard, it's not something I do. I'm not freelancing for some paper; I'm not working on a book, like so many other bloggers are, it's just not something that I do. It's not like when I say "I'm not a teacher," because when I say THAT I mean "I'm a shitty teacher." One thing I AM good at, though, is talking, and also typing, and this blog is just the combination of the two.

Okay, so, what was my point? I have no idea, but I'll continue. Hey, you know what I'm doing right now? Smoking. In my kitchen. That's totally unheard of most of the time, except right now it's okay because the kids aren't here. They're still in Tahoe. And since I'm the one who makes the rules about this kind of thing, it's totally cool if I break them. HA HA HA HA.

Hey, you know who's cool? Hubs. I would show you his picture but he would never be okay with that. Okay, so, here's a likeness:


I KNOW, right?? That's totally what he looks like, for the most part. So, anyway, he works his fucking ass off at this job that he hates, at this place that sucks, but he does it for his family even though he hates it, and I don't tell him enough how much I appreciate that. I need to tell him that him person, rather than him reading it here. He hates it when he reads stuff here before I tell him about it. I can understand that.

Okay, so, anyway, I've been thinking about this blogging thing that I do. Actually I think about it way too much, almost like everything I now do has become fodder for what I might talk about here. It's kind of lame, really. The truth is.... I had to look up the word "fodder" to see if I was using it right. I think I'm okay. These words come to my head and I'm not entirely sure if I know what they mean. I think I lucked out this time.

Okay, so, if you were expecting a point to any of this, I'm sorry to disappoint you because there is no point. I mean, you read the title of this post, what did you expect? However, check out this video I just found; can you imagine ever being so awesome? I can't. YAY Jerry!





18 comments:

lebelinoz said...

I love your blog. Even the entries which have no real point.

Just FYI: there were only two "fuck"s in this entry (apart from the five in the sidebar). One was a quote from your mother, quoting you. The other was unnecessary ("he works his fucking ass of" could have been "he works his ass off"), but I'm sure your mum would forgive you because you're drunk.

Autism Mom Rising said...

I like entries that have not point because that mirrors how my mind works so I totally get them. Keep it up Jill.

Dani G said...

Man, he's freaking awesome! Oh, yeah- you're pretty cool, too. But you're working with all 10 fingers, right?

JennieB said...

I know what you mean about everything being potential blog material. I've never had the chance to write on a regular basis before and now that I am, I'm always thinking about it.

Nice use of "fodder."

Big Daddy Autism said...

Your husband is a hunk.

That was a bit awkward to write.

But I'm going with it.

frazzledmomma said...

Go, girl! What... you thought that because I can bang out a blog post in a few minutes than MINE have a point? Yeah. Wrong. And EVERYTHING is blog fodder. It just is. Them's the rules.

Ashley said...

I heart reading drunk blogs. Those are the real insiprational ones to me. I wish I was brave enough (or drunk enough) to just sit down and start typing whatever was going through my mind. But I can't. Because I'm too chicken to be confrontational. I might be a little drunk right now. (Not really but here's hoping for later!)

Tina@ www.theteethingmom.com said...

It looks like you're having the time of your life! I'm so jealous! You're such a happy drunk!

Oh. But kids come home today right? Damn. I'm such a buzzkill, I know.

jillsmo said...

Wait, it says fuck 5 times in the sidebar?

Oh, yeah. Look at that.

Pie Maker said...

aww Jillsmo! You're aces in my book. I love this bloggy thing you do! I also wish we could hang out, I don't mean that in a creepy I'm- stalking-you-in-my-spare-time kind of way. More like a damm-I-wish-I-was-drunk-too way.

Lynn said...

The everything-is-blog-fodder can sort of fuck with your relationships/friendships. Everyone should just accept that they are in service to the blog and there will be peace in the land.

jillsmo said...

I try to just talk about myself. Or my kids. Or, um... people I don't like.

tsonodablog said...

After I started this blogging stuff about 5 months ago, and I got a few comments, the whole thing kinda took over my brain, ya know. I think about my next blog while writing my current blog. It's pure craziness. And I'm almost as addicted to reading blogs as writing my own. Especially the funny ones. You crack me up. So, I've accepted the inevitable fact that I'm stuck in blogland and I love it.
Terri

Not Just Another Mother Blogger! said...

Who the hell says that you aren't a writer? Tell me and I will punch them right in the face. You're an excellent writer, because you write from the heart about what you love, which is your kids. Who cares how many curse words you use or not? It's your blog, your journal of life. You write it the way you want, the rest of the world be damned.

I try to keep my writing topics limited to home life, since most people at work would not appreciate my sense of humor. As I go through my day, however, I do tend to consider everything blog fodder.

Soge shirts said...

That is what blogging is all about. To share thoughts and opinions. I don't think most bloggers are pro writers. I surely am not.

Also blogs, facebook, and moms just never mix. I stopped writing my blog posts after my mom kept reading them. Luckily she doesn't have a facebook... that I know of. Keep writing though you are very entertaining. Very cool of you to appreciate your husband.

Cheryl D. said...

You are a writer. You may not consider yourself to be one, but you are one!

bbsmum said...

There wasn't a point? I thought there was. Which is worse, missing a point that's there, seeing a point where there isn't one, or...oh, never mind. Just keep writing.

Thank, Q said...

This is the clearest view into a person's mind I have ever seen. Lol! Completely random, but genius. I felt like I was reading your mind. Funny and nice!

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