Wow, this blogging thing has sucked me in and I love it. At first I was unsure as to what I should write about, who would read, what would people think…..then I started not to care. I read something, somewhere that you have to decide why you are blogging. Who are you really doing it for? Are you in for free stuff and sponsorship? Or are you in it to keep your sanity and make some friends along the way. Letting the “real” you hang out, ugly or not.
I had many thoughts on my 100th post. Had I really been thinking I would have saved my 100 things about me post for today, but alas I was not thinking and that got the 80something post. Maybe I could have a contest, but no….I don’t want to do that either. Today on my 100th post I will just give myself some sanity from my ever quarreling girls. And maybe try to figure out how to get myself in to the meeting where they decide the schedule so that we don’t have this wonderous 4 day weekend, instead of a 3 day. I mean I am just getting accustomed to the silence them blam-o they are fighting their Friday away. And when people call I have to explain to them why my girls have off, when every other school in the district has school today because they waited to start on Tuesday instead of on Monday.
I have enjoyed the friendships I have formed and I have enjoyed getting to know others while
stalking them endlessly reading their blogs. I think over these last 100 posts I have gotten to know myself a bit better. Learned what I like and don’t like and what moves me and what doesn’t . While all the things I have learned about myself I may have not liked as much, I have gotten to know myself better and I am happy about that.
And in the midst of all this writing I have been having to deal with my older daughter thinking she is ugly. Trying to convince her that she is beautiful amidst all the flaws she points out to me. I just want to grab her and shake her and tell her to stop being stupid and look in the mirror. The fact that you don’t think you’re some hottie makes you even more beautiful in my book. But apparently my book doesn’t count. I am supposed to think she is beautiful, I am her mother.
Also today I would like to tell you that I am going to be hosting an anonymous writer here on my blog. I am going to host this person so that they can get something or many things off of her chest. Things that she can’t say in her own world. It is a shame that people can’t let us speak our minds in a space that is ultimately ours, but I understand and I am happy to help a gal out. But more details when she posts here over the weekend.
Well, I need to run, to get a script for my bladder infection and then to celebrate a friend’s birthday with a trip to the local steak house. I hope this day finds you knowing who you really are, or at least in the process of finding out. And thank you for letting me be who I am and reading here despite it.