It Snuck Up On Me…
Posted By AmyD. on August 2, 2007
I almost didn’t post today. Twice this week I’ve posted and then realized that two posts were up. I was afraid that if I posted today another post might just sneak on in there. Sneaky little bastard posts are always trying to let the cat out of the bag before you are really ready to.
I might have just set a record for the most uses of the word “post” in a sentence/paragraph.
My husband might have given me one of the coolest compliments of our entire relationship the other day. We were discussing blogging, specifically my blog. He said, “When I read your blog, I can hear you talking, I hear you saying those things, I know your tone.”
I think that is the coolest compliment ever. You know, from a guy.
Isn’t that the whole point here? To write yourself, genuinely and sincerely. And, to know that you are coming across as you because someone who knows you almost better than you know yourself sees you in what you are writing or describing. To me, that’s just… awesome.
(Most uses of the word YOU in a sentence… suckage.)
Wow… there was something else I wanted to say here only the phone rang (it’s 11pm, my time) and it wasMiss B (Miss Britt, Miss B if you’re nasty.) That woman has a gift for drunk dialing. Whew. Talking to her I realized something, something I consider to be a comforting thought. I can sleep well knowing that somewhere in Iowa (soon-to-be Florida, not Iowa, just Miss B’s location)that behind one successful man, father, and husband named Jared, is a small, drunken blond woman. It just warms the cockles of my heart.
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Of course your writing sounds like you. You’re the one writing it.
Britt is great at drunk dialing – she’s always absolutely hysterical!
Where exactly are heart cockles located. And why are there cockle shells (Jingle bells, cockle shells) if it is supposed to be in a human? I mean we don’t have Pookah Livers or Mother-of-Pearl Kidneys. I am just asking. And I really did think your cockles were much lower, like in your pants. Ooh, I know, I bet cockles are lady balls. OK, that’s it. From now on cockles = lady balls. So it was written, so shall it be.
Small drunken blond women rule.
Heh. Um. Yeah. Heh.
:blush:
Avi sometimes people don’t sound like themselves.
And, yes, Brittini is always hilarious. I :heartbeat: hear very much!!!
ADW So shall it be. Now to have t-shirts and bumper stickers printed up: cockles = lady balls!
RW Especially in Britt’s house. Oh, wait, you meant rule as in cool… not rule as in The Queen (which totally applies here too) so yes… WOO HOO BRITT ROCKS!
Brittini :heartbeat: :martini: :heartbeat: :heartbeat: :cheesy:
I love the way you write, you don’t really do it to please anyone, and it seems as though you put your heart into it. :heartbeat:
Also, I agree with you about Britt. She’s great too.
Wait…that’s a better compliment than “nice rack”?