I haven’t worked in several days. I did finally buckle down yesterday and start writing some stuff to get paid for but from Christmas til then, I had basically done nothing that was going to earn me any money. Even writing here was slim because I was enjoying reading other blogs, tweeting and I even spent an enormous amount of time unfollowing people on twitter and unsubscribing from sites whee I generally just delete the emails anyway.
Today, today I give you perception. It is what it is, right? Buck and I have talked at length about how bloggers are instinctively egocentric. I say you can blog and still put others first. He says that if you blog, you are to some extent an egomaniac (my word, not his, don’t want to put words in the man’s mouth). I’m going to give you today’s thoughts and all of them basically boil down to perception…..how the other guys sees it, not necessarily how you (generally you) see it.
1. I made a general statement about the firecracker airline passenger before knowing that he was possibly a double agent. That statement went something like this (please keep your humor in tact)….”if I get on an airplane, bound for another country, with a one-way ticket and no luggage? I need to be investigated. Period. Chances are, even if I am not a threat, I need my head examined by men in white suits and it won’t be a waste of anyone’s time” I mean really, I understand that there are reasons why someone would do this. But those reasons are few and far between in my mind and few and far between is just enough to warrant a strip search. Sorry if I offend but geeez already.
2. Only where I live can you hear more shots fired at one time than in the Las Vegas Courthouse today where a U.S. Marshal died. I was listening to someone shoot Bucks (and not the one above by the way, like deer) while watching the news and listening to a cell phone report of over 2 dozen shots being fired. Why? Why I ask you does it take more than 2 dozen shots to render one shooter in one courthouse injured and a U.S. Marshall dead?
3. I went PR searching today. I have a higher PR on many of my blogs than some of the people I look up to in this ol’ blogging world. How can that be? Ego…read number 1.
4. And along with number 3 and the ego in number 1, my husband calmly informed me last night that “you never get comments on your blog, is that not the point of blogging? to get comments?” Thanks dude, you ruined my higher than so and so PR day.
5. The Tooth Fairy managed to get her tiny butt frozen somewhere in the tundra last night and didn’t make it to retrieve the tooth from under my son’s pillow and leave money. The kid actually asked me if I was the tooth fairy. Why no kid, I’m not. He immediately asked if he could leave the Tooth Fairy a note tonight so she wouldn’t forget him. I said yes, just tell her “don’t forget me”. That’s kind of ironic if you know me because I am never that short with my letters. And leave it to my son to explain to me that his note was going to say “Don’t forget me! I have a package for you.”. To which he also questioned whether the Tooth Fairy would know what the contraction “don’t” means. The kid……*shakes head violently* And since the Tooth Fairy really could be me, should I be offended that he thinks so little of my knowledge of the English language.
6. I offended someone today. I rarely confront anyone and by rarely? I mean like never. And now I remember why. I can’t do it without being a pain in the royal butt. I honestly confronted someone today and I am assuming from their response that I made them angry. That was not my intention. I truly wasn’t being nasty, it’s just…the written word……it’s so hard to interpret. If you are reading and you know who you are, I really didn’t mean any harm and I am sorry it came off that way.
7. I commented on a forum today about why women should not be president. I was the lone dissenting voice as usual…but I really do believe what I wrote. And, if you see the ego in number 1 and 3, you can read that comment on TwitterMoms.
8. I wrote 6 paid posts and 200 tweets for someone else today. I assume that the posts contained a substantial amount of bullsh!t because someone actually comment that “your paid posts crack me up”. I had to explain that I paid a lot of money for my degree….all bullsh!t learned and accounted for with a piece of paper.
9. When my son questioned my dinner preparation, I explained to him that I was heating up chili from the store, not making homemade chili. (What’s with that kid?) He then proceeded to ask me what it is called when you buy food from the store. Hummm, what is he talking about? He explained by saying if homemade means you cook it at home then what is this because you are cooking this at home? Yea, that’s right kid more power to you…I made homemade chili tonight. It has a distinctive taste…Hormel-kind-of.
10. The kid mentioned above has remained persistent that we should not leave the water in our sinks leaking because it is wasteful. Try to explain the concept to freezing pipes meaning exploding pipes means use of much more water. Actually, no don’t do that, he’ll be explaining it to me soon.
11. Last year when I knew practically no one as far as sponsors for blogging conference, I asked for help from anyone with two ears and an email account. This year, I “think” I know more people than I did last year but for some reason, I just can’t seem to get that letter of begging out there. Surely number 1 above isn’t in danger of getting trampled on?
12. Finally, the last of today’s perceived notions….as if today were anywhere over? The PTO president called me today. After a brief chat I mentioned my disdain for cold weather and early mornings. I may or may not have mentioned that my son often has to get me up to take him to school. She squealed like a pig. No really she did. And then she said it, the words that I would love to be defined by but I lack so greatly….”you always seem to be ready-to-go and on top of things, I would never have guessed you didn’t do mornings”. Me? Haha! This woman has never seen my house. And for those of you who have witnessed the horror that is my house, I entered another contest today that is technically about how cluttered my living space is. And trust me, if I don’t win this one, it’s because there is someone out there living in extreme conditions, because really…it is that bad.
And there you have it perception…or more like musings of a country girl bored to tears.
