Blog Think

I think this is going to work, this new bloggity blog thing I created last night.  It's already getting the creative juices flowing. Here I am, night two, laptop on my lap (how creative), sleeping dog next to me, and type type type. 


"But......." my mom asks, "what will happen to the other blog?  It won't be deleted will it?"  Slight panic in her voice. 

Its out there, and you can read it if you want, or you can start fresh.  Its up to you.  But, no, mom, it's not going anywhere. 

"It's like a diary for your kids to read someday." 

Well, yes, in a way. 

I've been blog thinking lately.  If you have a blog, then you know what blog thinking is.  Or, I completely made that up and no one else shares this phenomenon with me.  Its not a phenomenon, its just a form of talking to yourself in the way that you would type. 

It comes in spurts.  Like an hour and a half, or 45 minutes sometimes.  You're in the middle of chaos or just by yourself and you start organizing your thoughts as if you would be blogging them later. 

And, its about totally useless crap. 

"I find myself actually being happy in this moment--this moment of ive-only-got-three-more-days-of-this-job and yet it feels good to work an extra hour.  Like, I'm running the last leg of the marathon and I'm going to get a t-shirt soon." 

"Now, I wear cowboy boots rather than flats.  For two reasons: its cold and they remind me of my honeymoon.  Three reasons: young girls like to wear tight jeans and uggs here, so I'll up the ante and wear not really tight jeans and cowboy boots." 

"There's that moment, when you step into the bath, and you get pissed off because you didn't stay on top of the water temperature and now its cold.  So begins the now its too cold, now its too hot, now its too full, now I'm just wasting water battle." 

"Maybe I'll actually write a "I swear I'd give anything just to move back and do this" list. But, all I can think about is men saying 'Id give my left nut to/for that' and that doesn't help at all. "



Mostly, blog think is about those little parts of your day which wouldn't amount to anything if you sat down and wrote about them.  But, for me, its a good sign.  Its a sign that at least there's a desire to write and a desire to share what I write about. 

My page views are higher this time.  Like, by ten people.  Yes.  But, then I think about how on my last blog, my two most popular posts were "Big Ass Seattle Post" and my "Mountain Porn" series, in which I would post a picture of a mountain. 

"I don't really get it."   My mom would say, slightly panic voice again. 

"We don't have mountains here in Pennsylvania." 


"...."

"Its a joke."


I may have to go back and look at those pictures now.  I need my fix.