Wednesday, October 12, 2005

A blog about a blog

The problem with being sick with a cold/flu/unknown entity causing seals to appear at your door because they thought they heard you say something about free fish, when really it was just your honking that you have spent most of your day lounging about and feel you have nothing of interest to say in your blog.

And then when you do take the time to write something up, you make the mistake of penning a second entry for the day, which completely throws your mother...She Who Hath Had a Computer In Her Home Since 1977 But Still Doth Not Know Of What 'Internet Explorer' Mr. Repairman Speaketh.

Of course I call her because heaven forbid she miss something...

"You didn't comment on my other entry. Didn't you like it?" (I'm a wee bit sensitive.)

"What other entry? I always get to the part where it says "Comments" and I just stop there."

"Didn't you notice the next one with the picture of The Graduate above it?"


"Did you keep scrolling down?"

"What's scrolling?"


"OK, I'm reading it now...'Last night we had a little get-together...' "

"Mom, I don't need to have you read it out loud to me, really. I'll let you go."

"No,'ll just take me a minute."

"OK Mom, I need to go, but enjoy reading."


"Enjoy reading. I need to go now."

"Oh, sorry I wasn't paying attention. I was reading."

"That's ok."

"Do you care if I make comments, because I just find this so entertaining and therefore feel I should. It feels like I'm talking to you. But is that stupid?"

"NO NO...I LOVE the comments!" (Again, I need validation and approbation on a consistent basis, people.)

"I get up in the morning and if you haven't written yet, I wait for you all day!"

"Well thanks, and I'll try to write faster."

I do try. But honestly, if you can believe it, lately I feel self-conscious about a blog being so MEMEME. I don't want to put people off and have them think that I'm so self absorbed, I have nothing better to do but foist upon you any and all childhood stories I can recall.

I mean, who really cares that when I was about six, I once had a cat named Felix who was SO INCREDIBLY SMART that I noticed him meowing under my classroom window one day...and to this day we don't know how he got to the school (it was miles away and I went there with Mom by car), or MY PARTICULAR CLASSROOM. He was just that freakin' smart.

Ok, I care. Obviously. But he was just the best cat EVER. And then he was run over by our neighbor's car, and I didn't stop crying for YEARS about it.

See, now I've just brought you down. Excuse me, I need to go get a tissue. For my cold. Yeah. My cold.

ANYWAY...every morning I rack my brain trying to think of something or someONE else to write about, and then I'm aware that I don't want to disturb anyone's privacy, so telling you about the best friend who had sex on the tennis court the other day may be out of bounds. (Oops...but that's ok...the person doesn't read this anyway. They're too busy having sex on tennis courts.)

I must be having some sort of Existential Crisis Day, because now that I've re-read this, it sounds even MORE self-absorbed to say I'm worried about being self-absorbed.

I need to go lie down. Tomorrow, I'll be sure to tell you all about it.


Blogger emily said...

A List Of Stupid Questions:

Are you sure it was your cat at the window? Not that I want to ruin a childhood memory but it's an honest question.

Would the tennis court person be the same person who said, "What the hell, I'll go out with a woman?"

Assuming that it's true that you should write about what you know, what would you write about if you didn't write about yourself? John Locke vs. Marx on ex-ten-scent-tial-ism? (I can't spell that word so I'm going for phonetics)

ps. Seal analogy, very nice. and script with mom, very nice indeed.

11:53 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

To Emily: It WAS our cat. I happened to be driving by the school when it happened, saw Felix, picked him up and took him home. All very weird, as the only time I drove in that direction was when I took Brooke to school

As for me, I'd be interested in knowing just how uncomfortable it was having sex on a tennis court.

12:35 PM  
Blogger Brooke said...

I usually never add to my own comments 'cause I thought it would be weird, but...

Love love love my mom!

Gracias Mamacita!

And P.S.
I'm thinking the person didn't mind it all that much. Any port in a storm and all that.

12:43 PM  
Anonymous M-I-L said...

I thought if someone wrote a blog it was supposed to be about them!

I got all upset about your cat! Had to go cuddle my cats :*-(

And your friend had sex on a tennis court in a storm!?!?

Only joking! ;-D

PS I had sex in a field in a storm once. The bloke complained his b*m was getting wet and it was putting him off! We split up soon after. Never could stand wimps!

Oooops! TMI? OK, I'm outta here! ;-)

3:41 PM  
Blogger Brooke said...

And an addendum...

I have learned more about my mother-in-law and her sense of humor, since starting this blog, than I have in all the time I've known her.

Not only does my own mother rock, but so does Mr. Blogger's. No delicate flowers in these families!

4:25 PM  
Blogger emily said...

i am now definitely impressed by your family. not that i wasn't before of course, but now, wow. i wouldn't even think of discussing these things with my sisters let alone my mom.

5:02 PM  
Blogger kiwi said...

I thought my mom was the only one who would ever ask these kinds of questions or volunteer her own experiences. I'm glad someone else has a non-prudish mom and m-i-l!

9:53 AM  

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