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I’ve taken the last couple weeks of free time for myself, trying to enjoy the calm before the typhoon that is looming around the corner. A typhoon including academia, a possible move, and the impending end of our fiscal year at work. Instead of engaging in activities that a more normal person might, I relished every second of this time by immersing myself in reading FOR FUN. Can you believe the excitement around this place? Do I need to remind you yet again of how annoyingly bizarre and unexciting I am? I enjoy reading, I crave the time to do so, and very infrequently find it. So, when I happened upon this quieter time (quieter meaning the presence of only a dull roar), I read and read and read and read and read. So much so, that I think Craig contemplated just how to go about placing my face on a milk carton while wondering who this imposter was that had a neck with a paperback book attached to it.
Side note, I would highly recommend this one and should proclaim my disappointment a bit with this one.
The problem reading presents for me is that somehow it renders me utterly useless at writing. While on a normal day, my brain changes directions faster than Jon Gosselin changes girlfriends, reading makes me altogether ineffectual. I get so absorbed in the story, the era, the characters, and the setting, that it steals away any creative energy I have. So, when I sit down at my computer to write, I find myself an unfamiliar soul, writing in sync with the author I am currently reading. It is surreal and leaves me wondering who exactly the person that just wrote that was. Do you think they make a medication that could take care of this problem?
There is my excuse for being a lazy blogger.
Fortunately (unfortunately?) for you, the reading has ceased and maybe my wayward writing ability will make its way back home.
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Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
A guest posting we will go ...
Perhaps I've been singing too many nursery rhymes these days.
I'm guest posting over at Beth's place today; click on over and say hello. I must warn you, apparently I morph into a serious and heartfelt person when I take over someone else's blog. Gasp. You didn't know I had it in me, did you? That's what I thought.
I'm guest posting over at Beth's place today; click on over and say hello. I must warn you, apparently I morph into a serious and heartfelt person when I take over someone else's blog. Gasp. You didn't know I had it in me, did you? That's what I thought.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Confession: I am a comment whore
I love nothing more than getting comments on the posts that I write. That is absolutely counterintuitive to my typical self, which seeks to avoid any recognition or feedback on anything that I do. I am one of those people who would almost forgo the raise associated with my annual performance review if it meant that I didn’t have to sit there and suffer through a review. You know, one filled with horrible torture, like GREAT JOB and ROLE MODEL and SUCCESS. Yeah, I’ve got issues. So, it is slightly disconcerting that I enjoy comments on my blog so much.
Where is Freud when you need him? Let’s be honest, what good would Freud be anyway? We can all just assume that somehow it is related to repressed memories from childhood, right? Or maybe in some previous life I was a motivational speaker who was heckled off the stage?
Anyway, I have to admit, I am lousy at leaving comments. I just am. I read a laundry-list of great blogs every day. Rarely do I leave a comment. I am not sure why. Sometimes I can’t think of anything clever. Othertimes I am on my phone, which doesn’t allow comment posts. Other times, I can’t quite figure how to disguise that pop-up window on my browser to look like work. You know, since I am at work and all.
That does not mean that I do not love certain blogs, or certain posts. I like some blogs so much that my day wouldn’t quite be the same without them. First of all, I love to read. Second of all, I love to laugh. Third, I love things that are well written. I’ve been a reading junkie all of my life; you know, the kid that would wake up on a Saturday morning and read in my room. Is someone searching for my pocket protector? I seem to have misplaced it along with my TI-83. Blogs are so much better though, because in most cases, they don’t end. Let’s be honest, how annoying is it to find yourself totally invested in a book, the storyline, the characters, then it is over. O-V-E-R, over. Are you kidding me? I am totally wrapped up in their life and they are gone. Poof.
What, are you thinking that requires another psychoanalysis? I can’t trust you people with any secrets, can I?
My point? I swear, I have a point. My point is that while I don’t comment often, I have many bloggers I love and many posts that make my day. If you haven’t noticed, I’ve added a great little section over on the right side of my blog to highlight links that I love. It's right there above my godawful mug shot. I encourage you to check each of them out when I add a new link. I won’t disappoint, I swear. If I do, then maybe your taste is in question. I'm just sayin'
If you ever have a post of your own, or someone else’s that you’d like me to check out, email me at lyndsay@iusedtobewitty.com, or leave me a comment. It's my one-cheek (half-assed) way of making up for my comment-delinquency. I pinky-swear to read all of your recommendations. I’ve got to warn you though, I am pretty damn picky.
Okay, I’ve sufficiently avoided homework long enough, back to the grind!
Where is Freud when you need him? Let’s be honest, what good would Freud be anyway? We can all just assume that somehow it is related to repressed memories from childhood, right? Or maybe in some previous life I was a motivational speaker who was heckled off the stage?
Anyway, I have to admit, I am lousy at leaving comments. I just am. I read a laundry-list of great blogs every day. Rarely do I leave a comment. I am not sure why. Sometimes I can’t think of anything clever. Othertimes I am on my phone, which doesn’t allow comment posts. Other times, I can’t quite figure how to disguise that pop-up window on my browser to look like work. You know, since I am at work and all.
That does not mean that I do not love certain blogs, or certain posts. I like some blogs so much that my day wouldn’t quite be the same without them. First of all, I love to read. Second of all, I love to laugh. Third, I love things that are well written. I’ve been a reading junkie all of my life; you know, the kid that would wake up on a Saturday morning and read in my room. Is someone searching for my pocket protector? I seem to have misplaced it along with my TI-83. Blogs are so much better though, because in most cases, they don’t end. Let’s be honest, how annoying is it to find yourself totally invested in a book, the storyline, the characters, then it is over. O-V-E-R, over. Are you kidding me? I am totally wrapped up in their life and they are gone. Poof.
What, are you thinking that requires another psychoanalysis? I can’t trust you people with any secrets, can I?
My point? I swear, I have a point. My point is that while I don’t comment often, I have many bloggers I love and many posts that make my day. If you haven’t noticed, I’ve added a great little section over on the right side of my blog to highlight links that I love. It's right there above my godawful mug shot. I encourage you to check each of them out when I add a new link. I won’t disappoint, I swear. If I do, then maybe your taste is in question. I'm just sayin'
If you ever have a post of your own, or someone else’s that you’d like me to check out, email me at lyndsay@iusedtobewitty.com, or leave me a comment. It's my one-cheek (half-assed) way of making up for my comment-delinquency. I pinky-swear to read all of your recommendations. I’ve got to warn you though, I am pretty damn picky.
Okay, I’ve sufficiently avoided homework long enough, back to the grind!
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Dear Lyndsay ...
Today’s guest post is written by the lovely and brilliant Ann, from Ann’s Rants. I’ve been a regular reader of Ann’s blog since our blogs were in their infancy. She is an outstanding writer and has humor that rivals anyone else out there in bloggyland. If you haven’t visited Ann’s blog before, I highly recommend that you immediately do. Side note: I don’t say that about too many blogs, do I? Besides, as an EOB (Equally Opportunity Blogger), I have an obligation to make sure that diversity efforts are met here at I Used to be Witty. Let’s see, Ann is Jewish (check!) and she’s from Wisconsin (check!), which I think must apply somewhere in my Affirmative Action Plan. Take it away Ann…
Dear Lyndsay,
I need to schedule another HR consultation. The situation grows increasingly dire with each passing day. I’m speaking of inappropriate language, touching, and even nudity. I’m speaking of blatant insubordination, and untenable working conditions. As per your earlier instructions, I began documenting the offenses. Yet, as quickly as I administer warnings, new more egregious offenses occur. Our desperately-awaited and newfound springtime weather—allowing for open doors and windows—only exacerbates the humiliation I endure. Take a look at these incriminating pieces of evidence:
INDECENT EXPOSURE: 9am Two-Year-Old disrobed completely, diaper-flung in my general direction, and ran out the back door to “run da-round da-naked.”
SUGGESTIVE COMMENTS: Naked Two-Year-Old flaunts his miniature body, running around the backyard with crayon in hand, fixing things and screaming to our neighbors “I like to screw” “I screwing, Mommy!”
INAPPROPRIATE TOUCHING: Bathtime toes-in-butts situation completely out of control, as is inappropriate peeing-in-bath behavior demonstrated by both Two and Five-Year-Old. This also causes health concerns as purposeful bath-water-ingestion levels rise, despite my dire warnings of “ucky.”
Frequent random poking and grabbing of “Mommy’s Butt” (and butt refers to a highly generalized area) should be noted.
VANDALISM is rampant around the toilet area as a result of pee tagging. When confronted, Five-Year-Old offers a weak explanation that “this happens if you close your eyes while peeing” And Two-Year-Old’s defense? He wants to stand and deliver, without handling the goods. So to speak.
Before I go on, I should share that your webseminar “Poop talk: When Defecation is The Conversation” proved effective. I highly recommend it to your other clients. We established dinnertime as a “Poop-Talk-Free (PTF) Zone,” and that five minutes of our day remains blissfully PTF! I, however, am still suffer symptoms of PTD (Poop Talk Disorder) as is apparent when I unselfconsciously discuss poop consistency in mixed company, and occasionally yell ‘POOPYHEAD’ in a fit of rage. I’m working on it.
INSUBOORDINATION: As much as 1-2-3 Magic (also known as One-Two-Fwee Magic) seems perceptibly magical, when taunted with counting from my child-subordinates it creates a hostile environment. Or makes me laugh, rendering the whole process completely ineffective.
HOSTILE WORK ENVIRONMENT: Lastly, Two-Year-Old now employs a torture tactic long-banned under the Geneva Convention—REPETATIVE RAFFI. “Willabee Wallabee Woo” is directly responsible for a substantial increase in insurance copays, as I now require weekly therapy sessions and shock therapy. When coupled with nap-avoidance (creating a 15 hour day without breaks), REPETATIVE RAFFI creates a cruel and unusual workplace.
Lyndsay, Please advise. Bring your HAZMAT suit and a stiff drink.
Fondly,
Ann
Ann, you are fantastic. I'm packing the HAZMAT suit, but I am leaving the drinks to you. Last time I tried to board a plane with that much alcohol, I ended up having to drink all but the 1 oz. that was allowed on the plane. I think we could turn this next lesson into a webinar; the demands for HR: KICK-ASS MOM VERSION are growly rapidly.
Dear Lyndsay,
I need to schedule another HR consultation. The situation grows increasingly dire with each passing day. I’m speaking of inappropriate language, touching, and even nudity. I’m speaking of blatant insubordination, and untenable working conditions. As per your earlier instructions, I began documenting the offenses. Yet, as quickly as I administer warnings, new more egregious offenses occur. Our desperately-awaited and newfound springtime weather—allowing for open doors and windows—only exacerbates the humiliation I endure. Take a look at these incriminating pieces of evidence:
INDECENT EXPOSURE: 9am Two-Year-Old disrobed completely, diaper-flung in my general direction, and ran out the back door to “run da-round da-naked.”
SUGGESTIVE COMMENTS: Naked Two-Year-Old flaunts his miniature body, running around the backyard with crayon in hand, fixing things and screaming to our neighbors “I like to screw” “I screwing, Mommy!”
INAPPROPRIATE TOUCHING: Bathtime toes-in-butts situation completely out of control, as is inappropriate peeing-in-bath behavior demonstrated by both Two and Five-Year-Old. This also causes health concerns as purposeful bath-water-ingestion levels rise, despite my dire warnings of “ucky.”
Frequent random poking and grabbing of “Mommy’s Butt” (and butt refers to a highly generalized area) should be noted.
VANDALISM is rampant around the toilet area as a result of pee tagging. When confronted, Five-Year-Old offers a weak explanation that “this happens if you close your eyes while peeing” And Two-Year-Old’s defense? He wants to stand and deliver, without handling the goods. So to speak.
Before I go on, I should share that your webseminar “Poop talk: When Defecation is The Conversation” proved effective. I highly recommend it to your other clients. We established dinnertime as a “Poop-Talk-Free (PTF) Zone,” and that five minutes of our day remains blissfully PTF! I, however, am still suffer symptoms of PTD (Poop Talk Disorder) as is apparent when I unselfconsciously discuss poop consistency in mixed company, and occasionally yell ‘POOPYHEAD’ in a fit of rage. I’m working on it.
INSUBOORDINATION: As much as 1-2-3 Magic (also known as One-Two-Fwee Magic) seems perceptibly magical, when taunted with counting from my child-subordinates it creates a hostile environment. Or makes me laugh, rendering the whole process completely ineffective.
HOSTILE WORK ENVIRONMENT: Lastly, Two-Year-Old now employs a torture tactic long-banned under the Geneva Convention—REPETATIVE RAFFI. “Willabee Wallabee Woo” is directly responsible for a substantial increase in insurance copays, as I now require weekly therapy sessions and shock therapy. When coupled with nap-avoidance (creating a 15 hour day without breaks), REPETATIVE RAFFI creates a cruel and unusual workplace.
Lyndsay, Please advise. Bring your HAZMAT suit and a stiff drink.
Fondly,
Ann
Ann, you are fantastic. I'm packing the HAZMAT suit, but I am leaving the drinks to you. Last time I tried to board a plane with that much alcohol, I ended up having to drink all but the 1 oz. that was allowed on the plane. I think we could turn this next lesson into a webinar; the demands for HR: KICK-ASS MOM VERSION are growly rapidly.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Getting back on track
My blog has been whining and crying this week. Apparently it feels neglected. I’ve tried consoling it and apologizing for my negligence. I’ve expressed my commitment to my blog by explaining that my intentions have been to post more frequently and increase our quality time together. I don’t think my blog is buying it. It said something about, “the little boy who cried wolf,” or some nonsense like that. I enjoy writing immensely and I do need to make time for it. Do you hear that blog? I’m talking to you. Writing is my outlet, my creative indulgence and once again I’ll vow to try to get back on track.
The end of the semester is wrapping up, which means in four more days I am done teaching for the semester. Remember being a student and how stressful the end of the semester was? Everything was due at once (likely because you had not spent anytime working on the projects the first 15 weeks of the semester) and exams were imminent. I’d like to inform you that the end of the semester really isn’t any easier when you are the professor. Someone has to grade all that shit. So, take the work you completed as a student and multiply it by 37, then give it to the professor in one day. For good measure, send an email or two-dozen in the following days to inquire about when you can expect your grade so you know how hard you have to study/not study for the final exam. I think the only feasible answer is outsourcing. Next semester I am going to advertise in India for a grading assistant. Brilliant.
On top of that, Craig has decided it is an opportune time to be sick. A sick husband is comparable to a sick child times 500. I spent the initial part of the week calling him SWINE FLU, which I found humorous, despite the fact that he did not. Humor may be my coping mechanism. The Swine Flu joke suddenly became not quite so funny on Wednesday night when he ended up in the ER, incidentally being tested for Swine Flu. Seriously, I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried. Thankfully, no Swine Flu here, just a horrendous case of the Non-Swine-Flu, which is still wreaking havoc on him four days later. Craig has been banished to the bedroom, which he does not wholeheartedly appreciate. I have resisted the urge to tell him that he is fortunate that I am even letting him stay in the house. I would willingly pay hundreds of dollars to ship him to a hotel just to ensure that Kate and I don’t contract whatever it is that he’s harboring. I’ve barely recovered from her last bout of sickness and a sudden repeat performance would either land me in the crazy house, or send me screaming into the night. What did I do to deserve this chaos? I swear, I haven’t been kicking any puppies.
I almost feel compelled to mention that I must have an immune system made of steel. I also almost feel compelled to point out just how fortunate I am to remain healthy while everyone else in my household seems to be in competition for winning the PERSON WHO HAS THE WORST SICKNESS contest. But, I won’t. Because Karma would certainly guarantee that I paid the price for that. I’ve got way too much to do right now. Besides that, I just made another commitment to my blog and I don’t want to be dealing with another break-up so soon.
The end of the semester is wrapping up, which means in four more days I am done teaching for the semester. Remember being a student and how stressful the end of the semester was? Everything was due at once (likely because you had not spent anytime working on the projects the first 15 weeks of the semester) and exams were imminent. I’d like to inform you that the end of the semester really isn’t any easier when you are the professor. Someone has to grade all that shit. So, take the work you completed as a student and multiply it by 37, then give it to the professor in one day. For good measure, send an email or two-dozen in the following days to inquire about when you can expect your grade so you know how hard you have to study/not study for the final exam. I think the only feasible answer is outsourcing. Next semester I am going to advertise in India for a grading assistant. Brilliant.
On top of that, Craig has decided it is an opportune time to be sick. A sick husband is comparable to a sick child times 500. I spent the initial part of the week calling him SWINE FLU, which I found humorous, despite the fact that he did not. Humor may be my coping mechanism. The Swine Flu joke suddenly became not quite so funny on Wednesday night when he ended up in the ER, incidentally being tested for Swine Flu. Seriously, I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried. Thankfully, no Swine Flu here, just a horrendous case of the Non-Swine-Flu, which is still wreaking havoc on him four days later. Craig has been banished to the bedroom, which he does not wholeheartedly appreciate. I have resisted the urge to tell him that he is fortunate that I am even letting him stay in the house. I would willingly pay hundreds of dollars to ship him to a hotel just to ensure that Kate and I don’t contract whatever it is that he’s harboring. I’ve barely recovered from her last bout of sickness and a sudden repeat performance would either land me in the crazy house, or send me screaming into the night. What did I do to deserve this chaos? I swear, I haven’t been kicking any puppies.
I almost feel compelled to mention that I must have an immune system made of steel. I also almost feel compelled to point out just how fortunate I am to remain healthy while everyone else in my household seems to be in competition for winning the PERSON WHO HAS THE WORST SICKNESS contest. But, I won’t. Because Karma would certainly guarantee that I paid the price for that. I’ve got way too much to do right now. Besides that, I just made another commitment to my blog and I don’t want to be dealing with another break-up so soon.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Five Bits and Pieces
Many moons ago (translation: six months), when I started this blog, Jeanne was one of my first faithful readers. She claims that she was drawn to my blog because of its title, but I prefer to believe it was strictly due to my magnetic personality. Regardless, she stuck around, which might mean she is of questionable character. Sorry about that Jeanne. In turn, I’ve spent a significant amount of time reading Jeanne’s blog. She’s a damn good writer. Seriously. On top of that, she’s smart, she’s funny, and she likes to have a good time. I think we might be long lost relatives. I’ve officially adopted Jeanne as my second mother; I’m hoping she won’t even notice the newly sprouted branch on the family tree. Without further ado, I give you my first guest post ever … from Jeanne at the Raisin Chronicles.
Confession: I was initially attracted to “I Used to Be Witty” because of the title.
Does that sound shallow?
Over time, as I came to know Lyndsay through her terrific blog, I realized that our affinity runs much deeper. She doesn’t do crafts. She’s uncoordinated. And a scosh anal.
This is a woman after my own heart.
So when she sent out an SOS after struggling with a sick toddler for the past week, I was more than happy to help out with a guest post. Whether you’re brand new to this blog, or a long-time fan, there are a few things it may be useful to know about Lyndsay.
1) She is a goddess in the kitchen.
I turn my back to check the oven and return to finish mixing the batter. Can’t find the fork. Where is the damn fork? Kate points to the bottom of the batter. I mean, why wouldn’t you bury the fork in the bottom of the bowl? Mom looks like she needs tested, right? While retrieving the vanishing fork, Kate picks up a mangled, half-eaten, infested banana…and throws it into the bowl.
I inform Kate that we aren’t cooking these putrid muffins. She rebukes with shrieks that knock the earth just slightly out of orbit, so I oblige *shudder*.
2) She’s frugal.
Craig brought the Corian samples home from work and told me to pick out what I liked. He said that the Corian would be about $150 a sheet and we would only need one. I wanted something that tied into our gray and white theme, yet offered a little color. I am daring like that. After excruciating debate, I picked the PERFECT color and we special ordered it. Three weeks later, the bill came for the Corian and it was $595!!!
3) She tucks money away for Kate’s future at every opportunity.
After we had THE CONVERSATION about how we do not watch Sponge Bob, the babysitter actually had to place Kate in the other room to calm down so she could get Sponge Bob off of the TV. Whoops. When did she start listening so well? We will need to put some extra in the therapy fund to cover this one.
4) She likes an occasional cup of Starbucks coffee.
…the other day I pulled up and the Voice Within the Speaker said, "Grande Non-Fat Vanilla Latte?" People this is NOT GOOD. I am on a most wanted poster at Starbucks, complete with drink of choice.
5) She adores Trick-or-Treat.
The highlight of our night came when we got to one of the last few houses in the subdivision. The lady was handing out jawbreakers the size…of tennis balls. I’m serious. You could forgive someone without kids, who might not realize what a bad idea a crater sized jawbreaker would be to a toddler. However, this lady is the mother of SEVEN children. There is no excuse. So, then I started thinking of the whole ideology that with the first kid you sterilize their pacifier, with the second you wash it under tap water, and with the third you don’t even wipe it off. Apparently by the time you get to #7, there is nothing sacred.
So, now that you know her a little better, I hope you’ll come back when the lady of the house can entertain you herself.
Jeanne thanks for taking the time to work on a guest post for me. I’m now wondering when I developed such an addition to caps lock … note to self: work on finding more appropriate ways to get your point across. Only Jeanne would be creative enough to grab splices of my blog and piece them together to tell you about me. Is it scary I forgot that I wrote most of them? Now I'll move on to deciding which of the above revelations is most frightening.
Confession: I was initially attracted to “I Used to Be Witty” because of the title.
Does that sound shallow?
Over time, as I came to know Lyndsay through her terrific blog, I realized that our affinity runs much deeper. She doesn’t do crafts. She’s uncoordinated. And a scosh anal.
This is a woman after my own heart.
So when she sent out an SOS after struggling with a sick toddler for the past week, I was more than happy to help out with a guest post. Whether you’re brand new to this blog, or a long-time fan, there are a few things it may be useful to know about Lyndsay.
1) She is a goddess in the kitchen.
I turn my back to check the oven and return to finish mixing the batter. Can’t find the fork. Where is the damn fork? Kate points to the bottom of the batter. I mean, why wouldn’t you bury the fork in the bottom of the bowl? Mom looks like she needs tested, right? While retrieving the vanishing fork, Kate picks up a mangled, half-eaten, infested banana…and throws it into the bowl.
I inform Kate that we aren’t cooking these putrid muffins. She rebukes with shrieks that knock the earth just slightly out of orbit, so I oblige *shudder*.
2) She’s frugal.
Craig brought the Corian samples home from work and told me to pick out what I liked. He said that the Corian would be about $150 a sheet and we would only need one. I wanted something that tied into our gray and white theme, yet offered a little color. I am daring like that. After excruciating debate, I picked the PERFECT color and we special ordered it. Three weeks later, the bill came for the Corian and it was $595!!!
3) She tucks money away for Kate’s future at every opportunity.
After we had THE CONVERSATION about how we do not watch Sponge Bob, the babysitter actually had to place Kate in the other room to calm down so she could get Sponge Bob off of the TV. Whoops. When did she start listening so well? We will need to put some extra in the therapy fund to cover this one.
4) She likes an occasional cup of Starbucks coffee.
…the other day I pulled up and the Voice Within the Speaker said, "Grande Non-Fat Vanilla Latte?" People this is NOT GOOD. I am on a most wanted poster at Starbucks, complete with drink of choice.
5) She adores Trick-or-Treat.
The highlight of our night came when we got to one of the last few houses in the subdivision. The lady was handing out jawbreakers the size…of tennis balls. I’m serious. You could forgive someone without kids, who might not realize what a bad idea a crater sized jawbreaker would be to a toddler. However, this lady is the mother of SEVEN children. There is no excuse. So, then I started thinking of the whole ideology that with the first kid you sterilize their pacifier, with the second you wash it under tap water, and with the third you don’t even wipe it off. Apparently by the time you get to #7, there is nothing sacred.
So, now that you know her a little better, I hope you’ll come back when the lady of the house can entertain you herself.
Jeanne thanks for taking the time to work on a guest post for me. I’m now wondering when I developed such an addition to caps lock … note to self: work on finding more appropriate ways to get your point across. Only Jeanne would be creative enough to grab splices of my blog and piece them together to tell you about me. Is it scary I forgot that I wrote most of them? Now I'll move on to deciding which of the above revelations is most frightening.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
Interviewed by Cate at Show my Face
Today I am being interviewed by Cate from Show my Face. Cate sent me a series of thought-provoking questions to answer here today. Cate was one of my first regular blog-readers and daily commenters. For that, she earns a special place in bloggy-heaven. I love Cate’s blog for her humor, her ability to say so many things I think, but would never be brave enough to say, and her ability to respond to nearly every single person who comments on her blog. She makes me look really, really inept at this particular task. Cate also deserves accolades since she hooked me up with a great new laptop when my last one caught some infectious disease a couple of months ago. So, truthfully, without Cate, this blog might have met an untimely death.
(Insert applause for Cate here)
I had the opportunity to ask Cate some questions on her blog today too. Click here to see her answers to my questions.
I'm going to start by asking a follow-up from the awesome interview Jenny conducted. You indicated you're more likely to give advice than to receive. What do you feel was the best advice you've ever given?
I indicated that I was likely to give advice, yes. I did not attest to the quality of that advice. In fact, I think that I do give stellar advice; people just rarely ever listen to it. So, I guess it would be hard to measure the quality of my advice, considering the majority of it hasn’t been implemented. Maybe one of my blog-readers can chime in and gush about my genius advice that changed their life. Waiting. Still waiting … wait, is this thing on?
And a follow-up to the follow-up, since I'm so creative that way. What piece of advice have you given that didn't work out?
Okay, see above. Apparently the majority of my advice hasn’t worked out, since people rarely seem to listen to me. However, I will say that I have advised a plethora of people against taking new jobs and I always end up being in an “I told you so” position. I don’t rub their nose in it, I just write about their bad decision on the internet. So, without divulging any secrets, I’ll just say, listen to me when it comes to career choices, okay?
What would be (or has been) your perfect vacation destination? Let's go with a family trip, a "woohoo, Kate's with a sitter" trip for you and your husband, and a "woohoo, your husband IS Kate's sitter" trip for just you!
In the past ten years I’ve had the opportunity to travel quite a bit. I’ve realized that my best vacations are ones that don’t require doing much. So, while I’ve visited a significant number of major cities in the US, they just require me to do too much work. I hate navigating the transit systems, meticulously planning daily agendas, standing in tourist-attraction lines with a multitude of claustrophobia-influencing people, wondering whose idea of relaxing this would be. I’m quite happy to be beach-side, enjoying warm weather, good restaurants, and the most significant looming decision to be if I should wear my Reef flip-flops, or my Rainbow flip-flops. My two top vacations to date have been Key West and Hilton Head. So, whether alone, with spouse, or with family, anything that fits this criterion is perfectly suitable for me.
Since you work in HR, I assume you've probably conducted your share of job interviews. What's the most bizarre answer (or question) you've ever received from a job applicant? I always hate being asked "what's your worst quality?", any interesting answers for that?
Expectedly, I’ve had more awkward situations than can be documented here. My all time most bizarre interview is best portrayed by relaying the conversation that took place:
INTERVIEWEE (Hereafter referred to as CD (Creepy Dude)): I just want to let you know that I have a criminal history.
ME: Having a criminal history doesn’t exclude you from employment. Depending on what your conviction was and how long ago it occurred, there are still some positions that you would be allowed to obtain. We will get to those questions soon.
CD: Well, I’ll just tell you that I am a sex-offender.
ME: Okay, well, again, we’ll ask you some specific questions about those convictions in just a moment.
CD: I’m a registered sex-offender. I’m listed on the sex-offender registery.
ME: Yes, ummm, I see. Well, we might as well just skip ahead and ask you those conviction related questions now then.
CD: Yeah, I’m not a only a sex-offender, I am a REPEAT sex-offender. I just want you to know.
After the interviewee left, I used so much hand sanitizer, I think my skin needed detox from all of the alcohol. I momentarily tried to conjure up a way I could turn that hand sanitizer into desk sanitizer, chair sanitizer, pen sanitizer, and mental-image sanitizer.
I often feel misunderstood or unheard. What is something that not a lot of people know or realize about you but you wish more people could know?
Oh, this is an ineffably difficult question for me. I feel misunderstood the majority of the time. Admittedly, likely not unheard, but misunderstood, which can be unheard on a different level. I would pretty much say that nearly any assumption that people have about me is inaccurate, except for the handful of people that know me very, very well. The most audacious is the people who believe that I truly have it all together and I can’t control the urge to shout … do you read my blog people?
Cate, it’s been a pleasure! Thank you for taking the time to participate in my bloggy interview exchange today. I hope you enjoyed it.
(Insert applause for Cate here)
I had the opportunity to ask Cate some questions on her blog today too. Click here to see her answers to my questions.
I'm going to start by asking a follow-up from the awesome interview Jenny conducted. You indicated you're more likely to give advice than to receive. What do you feel was the best advice you've ever given?
I indicated that I was likely to give advice, yes. I did not attest to the quality of that advice. In fact, I think that I do give stellar advice; people just rarely ever listen to it. So, I guess it would be hard to measure the quality of my advice, considering the majority of it hasn’t been implemented. Maybe one of my blog-readers can chime in and gush about my genius advice that changed their life. Waiting. Still waiting … wait, is this thing on?
And a follow-up to the follow-up, since I'm so creative that way. What piece of advice have you given that didn't work out?
Okay, see above. Apparently the majority of my advice hasn’t worked out, since people rarely seem to listen to me. However, I will say that I have advised a plethora of people against taking new jobs and I always end up being in an “I told you so” position. I don’t rub their nose in it, I just write about their bad decision on the internet. So, without divulging any secrets, I’ll just say, listen to me when it comes to career choices, okay?
What would be (or has been) your perfect vacation destination? Let's go with a family trip, a "woohoo, Kate's with a sitter" trip for you and your husband, and a "woohoo, your husband IS Kate's sitter" trip for just you!
In the past ten years I’ve had the opportunity to travel quite a bit. I’ve realized that my best vacations are ones that don’t require doing much. So, while I’ve visited a significant number of major cities in the US, they just require me to do too much work. I hate navigating the transit systems, meticulously planning daily agendas, standing in tourist-attraction lines with a multitude of claustrophobia-influencing people, wondering whose idea of relaxing this would be. I’m quite happy to be beach-side, enjoying warm weather, good restaurants, and the most significant looming decision to be if I should wear my Reef flip-flops, or my Rainbow flip-flops. My two top vacations to date have been Key West and Hilton Head. So, whether alone, with spouse, or with family, anything that fits this criterion is perfectly suitable for me.
Since you work in HR, I assume you've probably conducted your share of job interviews. What's the most bizarre answer (or question) you've ever received from a job applicant? I always hate being asked "what's your worst quality?", any interesting answers for that?
Expectedly, I’ve had more awkward situations than can be documented here. My all time most bizarre interview is best portrayed by relaying the conversation that took place:
INTERVIEWEE (Hereafter referred to as CD (Creepy Dude)): I just want to let you know that I have a criminal history.
ME: Having a criminal history doesn’t exclude you from employment. Depending on what your conviction was and how long ago it occurred, there are still some positions that you would be allowed to obtain. We will get to those questions soon.
CD: Well, I’ll just tell you that I am a sex-offender.
ME: Okay, well, again, we’ll ask you some specific questions about those convictions in just a moment.
CD: I’m a registered sex-offender. I’m listed on the sex-offender registery.
ME: Yes, ummm, I see. Well, we might as well just skip ahead and ask you those conviction related questions now then.
CD: Yeah, I’m not a only a sex-offender, I am a REPEAT sex-offender. I just want you to know.
After the interviewee left, I used so much hand sanitizer, I think my skin needed detox from all of the alcohol. I momentarily tried to conjure up a way I could turn that hand sanitizer into desk sanitizer, chair sanitizer, pen sanitizer, and mental-image sanitizer.
I often feel misunderstood or unheard. What is something that not a lot of people know or realize about you but you wish more people could know?
Oh, this is an ineffably difficult question for me. I feel misunderstood the majority of the time. Admittedly, likely not unheard, but misunderstood, which can be unheard on a different level. I would pretty much say that nearly any assumption that people have about me is inaccurate, except for the handful of people that know me very, very well. The most audacious is the people who believe that I truly have it all together and I can’t control the urge to shout … do you read my blog people?
Cate, it’s been a pleasure! Thank you for taking the time to participate in my bloggy interview exchange today. I hope you enjoyed it.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Interview with Jenny at Chased by Children
Sometime last week, Jenny over at Chased by Children put out a request for bloggers who were interested in swapping interviews with her. I quickly volunteered, as I love Jenny’s blog and I had never been lucky enough to do a blog-interview before. Additionally, I consider Jenny my long-lost twin. Well, besides her kick-ass high profile HR job in Chicago, the law degree, her exquisite taste in designer handbags, her ability to convey in two sentences what takes me two paragraphs, the book she's currently authoring, and her Stepford-like neighborhood. Yes, otherwise, we are exactly alike.
Jenny sent me a series of questions that I will be answering here today. Go here to see the questions I asked Jenny. Let the fun begin!
When your parents named you Lyndsay do you think they knew you'd have a lot to "say"? Do they approve of your blog? What do they say about it?
I’ll never live down the “say” now, thankyouverymuch. We can probably add that to the list of nicknames that will haunt me. No, I think they enjoyed cursing me with a name no one can spell correctly. It also allowed them an excuse to deprive me of the personalized goodies that all of my friends enjoyed growing up. I will be sure to keep your theory quiet, since my mother can’t be trusted with ammunition that could publically humiliate me. Ask the attendees of Kate’s 3rd birthday party, who heard all about the time I ate dog food as a toddler and also the knack I apparently had for refusing to remain clothed in my younger years. Good times.
My father is no longer alive, but I have full confidence he would enjoy my blog and heckle me on a regular basis. My mother still does not know my blog exists, which I should work on changing soon. Every time I run into someone, the conversation starts with, “Oh my gosh, I read your blog …”, so I am guessing it’s only a matter of time before she hears about it. I didn’t “not” tell her intentionally, but truthfully, I’m notorious for starting a million new things, with only one of the million really going anywhere. I would have bet money this blog wouldn’t have lasted a month. Shows what I know.
You are in Human Resources. When did you realize that you were brilliant, creative and mentally tough enough for that career choice? Any regrets? Anything you love about human resources that people wouldn't guess?
Not a single regret, I love the HR field. I think I have finally figured out what I want to be when I grow up. Now I just need to wait to grow up. I do think it takes a certain person to be successful in upper-level HR jobs. I’ve been told that I am “tactfully mean”, “have a delivery that makes someone not realize what hit them until after they walk away”, and “can fire someone and still have them hug me and say thanks before they leave”. Apparently in the HR field, those are desirable characteristics that make me successful at my job. As far as a surprisingly enjoyable part of my job … I love mediating challenging situations and helping a manager resolve conflict, or deliver bad news to an employee. While not fun, I have a knack for it and I’m able to provide teaching moments to the manager who ultimately needs to learn how to do it themselves. Plus, I love a good challenge and there is nothing more challenging than getting an employee to agree with your perspective, is there?
Why blog? What's in it for you Lyndsay? I mean besides the gobs and gobs of money?
Well, the gobs and gobs of money certainly help my Starbucks habit. Really, I never expected to become a “blogger”. I love the connections I’ve made and the blogging community in general. Since I am tied to a computer for hours upon excruciating hours a day, I love that it provides an avenue for keeping documentation of these moments with Kate. Surprisingly, I’ve rediscovered my long-lost love of writing, so it’s become a creative-hobby for me. That is much better for our household than my shopping-hobby.
What's the best advice you've ever gotten? Was it about blogging?
I’m typically an advice-giver, not an advice-getter. Now, does that really surprise anyone here? Honestly, the best advice I ever received was in response to a panic about becoming a new mother and my desire to execute it to perfection. A very wise lady told me, “All you have to do is remember what it was like to be a kid. If you put things in their perspective, and can see things from their point of view, you will always make the right decision.” Initially, it did nothing for me. However, now, I rely on that advice daily.
I've done several interviews lately and its been a lot of fun. Would you consider doing a series of interviews on your own little blog?
Jenny, I’ve loved reading your series of interviews and I think it was a fan-tabulous idea. I would love the opportunity to do my own series of interviews. In fact, if any of my readers would like to participate in a blog-interview exchange with me over the next couple of weeks, leave a note in the comments of this post, or send me an email.
Thanks for allowing me to participate Jenny! I’ve enjoyed getting to know you and your blog.
Jenny sent me a series of questions that I will be answering here today. Go here to see the questions I asked Jenny. Let the fun begin!
When your parents named you Lyndsay do you think they knew you'd have a lot to "say"? Do they approve of your blog? What do they say about it?
I’ll never live down the “say” now, thankyouverymuch. We can probably add that to the list of nicknames that will haunt me. No, I think they enjoyed cursing me with a name no one can spell correctly. It also allowed them an excuse to deprive me of the personalized goodies that all of my friends enjoyed growing up. I will be sure to keep your theory quiet, since my mother can’t be trusted with ammunition that could publically humiliate me. Ask the attendees of Kate’s 3rd birthday party, who heard all about the time I ate dog food as a toddler and also the knack I apparently had for refusing to remain clothed in my younger years. Good times.
My father is no longer alive, but I have full confidence he would enjoy my blog and heckle me on a regular basis. My mother still does not know my blog exists, which I should work on changing soon. Every time I run into someone, the conversation starts with, “Oh my gosh, I read your blog …”, so I am guessing it’s only a matter of time before she hears about it. I didn’t “not” tell her intentionally, but truthfully, I’m notorious for starting a million new things, with only one of the million really going anywhere. I would have bet money this blog wouldn’t have lasted a month. Shows what I know.
You are in Human Resources. When did you realize that you were brilliant, creative and mentally tough enough for that career choice? Any regrets? Anything you love about human resources that people wouldn't guess?
Not a single regret, I love the HR field. I think I have finally figured out what I want to be when I grow up. Now I just need to wait to grow up. I do think it takes a certain person to be successful in upper-level HR jobs. I’ve been told that I am “tactfully mean”, “have a delivery that makes someone not realize what hit them until after they walk away”, and “can fire someone and still have them hug me and say thanks before they leave”. Apparently in the HR field, those are desirable characteristics that make me successful at my job. As far as a surprisingly enjoyable part of my job … I love mediating challenging situations and helping a manager resolve conflict, or deliver bad news to an employee. While not fun, I have a knack for it and I’m able to provide teaching moments to the manager who ultimately needs to learn how to do it themselves. Plus, I love a good challenge and there is nothing more challenging than getting an employee to agree with your perspective, is there?
Why blog? What's in it for you Lyndsay? I mean besides the gobs and gobs of money?
Well, the gobs and gobs of money certainly help my Starbucks habit. Really, I never expected to become a “blogger”. I love the connections I’ve made and the blogging community in general. Since I am tied to a computer for hours upon excruciating hours a day, I love that it provides an avenue for keeping documentation of these moments with Kate. Surprisingly, I’ve rediscovered my long-lost love of writing, so it’s become a creative-hobby for me. That is much better for our household than my shopping-hobby.
What's the best advice you've ever gotten? Was it about blogging?
I’m typically an advice-giver, not an advice-getter. Now, does that really surprise anyone here? Honestly, the best advice I ever received was in response to a panic about becoming a new mother and my desire to execute it to perfection. A very wise lady told me, “All you have to do is remember what it was like to be a kid. If you put things in their perspective, and can see things from their point of view, you will always make the right decision.” Initially, it did nothing for me. However, now, I rely on that advice daily.
I've done several interviews lately and its been a lot of fun. Would you consider doing a series of interviews on your own little blog?
Jenny, I’ve loved reading your series of interviews and I think it was a fan-tabulous idea. I would love the opportunity to do my own series of interviews. In fact, if any of my readers would like to participate in a blog-interview exchange with me over the next couple of weeks, leave a note in the comments of this post, or send me an email.
Thanks for allowing me to participate Jenny! I’ve enjoyed getting to know you and your blog.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Humor me
You didn’t think I could totally stay away, did you? I just finished my third study book (half-way point) and thought I’d reward myself with a quick blogging break. I didn’t realize how much I would miss your witty comments, clandestine jokes, and funny commentaries – but I do.
I recognize that you haven’t each been with me since the start of time ... also known as the measly five months I’ve been blogging. So, during this hiatus, I am going to pilfer a little technique from my friend Beth and link you up with some of my favorite posts from the past few months. I can still stay connected and I don’t have to do much work. Brilliant!
Besides, I’d prefer to read about summer sun and playgrounds and ignore the fact that it was five months and seventy-degrees ago. Some people might classify that as an inability to face reality. I just call it a coping mechanism with a dash of optimism.
Red Beans and Rice Didn’t Miss Her – Take Two
We've Become THOSE people - Take Two
Enjoy!
I recognize that you haven’t each been with me since the start of time ... also known as the measly five months I’ve been blogging. So, during this hiatus, I am going to pilfer a little technique from my friend Beth and link you up with some of my favorite posts from the past few months. I can still stay connected and I don’t have to do much work. Brilliant!
Besides, I’d prefer to read about summer sun and playgrounds and ignore the fact that it was five months and seventy-degrees ago. Some people might classify that as an inability to face reality. I just call it a coping mechanism with a dash of optimism.
Red Beans and Rice Didn’t Miss Her – Take Two
We've Become THOSE people - Take Two
Enjoy!
Friday, December 19, 2008
Come, Please Follow Me
In honor of surpassing 100 followers this week (thanks L to the AURA – here is your prize!), I’m going to talk about … followers. That seems fitting, doesn’t it?
This whole aspect of blog-followers is a bit peculiar to me. See, I am perfectly content talking to an audience of one. In fact, on a really good (bad?) day, I don’t even need an audience of one. I’m quite content entertaining myself. However, through this blog, I’ve found that I actually enjoy writing for an audience. So, thank you to those of you that visit this blog and take time to leave comments. I officially blame you for my new blog-obsession. Without you, I’d likely be tired of myself by now and would have given up on this endeavor already.
Ah, where were we? Yes, back to followers.
I like the functionality of “following”, making all of my favorites easily accessible in my Blogger account. I just wish they could … call it something different.
A follower. Hmmmm. I have followers. Not only do I have followers, but I also follow others. How many followers do you have? Will you follow me? Odd, just odd.
You know, blog followers are some strange cyber measure of popularity I guess. It’s sort of like being the cool kid in high school. You know, without the drama, hormones, and tight-rolled jeans.
One of two images is conjured up when I think of followers. The first is relatively cult-ish in nature. THESE are the followers of my blog ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the compound. They believe everything I say (insert evil laugh here). The second totally has stalker written all over it. Help! Help! They are following me.
Just for the record, I know you aren’t stalkers or cult-members. I just find the concept funny. That and it has been a long week, so I am likely to find most anything funny right now.
This whole aspect of blog-followers is a bit peculiar to me. See, I am perfectly content talking to an audience of one. In fact, on a really good (bad?) day, I don’t even need an audience of one. I’m quite content entertaining myself. However, through this blog, I’ve found that I actually enjoy writing for an audience. So, thank you to those of you that visit this blog and take time to leave comments. I officially blame you for my new blog-obsession. Without you, I’d likely be tired of myself by now and would have given up on this endeavor already.
Ah, where were we? Yes, back to followers.
I like the functionality of “following”, making all of my favorites easily accessible in my Blogger account. I just wish they could … call it something different.
A follower. Hmmmm. I have followers. Not only do I have followers, but I also follow others. How many followers do you have? Will you follow me? Odd, just odd.
You know, blog followers are some strange cyber measure of popularity I guess. It’s sort of like being the cool kid in high school. You know, without the drama, hormones, and tight-rolled jeans.
One of two images is conjured up when I think of followers. The first is relatively cult-ish in nature. THESE are the followers of my blog ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the compound. They believe everything I say (insert evil laugh here). The second totally has stalker written all over it. Help! Help! They are following me.
Just for the record, I know you aren’t stalkers or cult-members. I just find the concept funny. That and it has been a long week, so I am likely to find most anything funny right now.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
I wouldn't recommend just anyone
Do you ever wonder who you would be if you were to suddenly wake up as a 22 year old member of the opposite sex?
Oh good, me either.
However, I think I inadvertently found a potential answer. Now pay attention, this one is complicated. I’ve been reading my good friend Beth’s blog (Hi Beth!) for quite some time. Through Beth's blog, I found Sandra. Last week Sandra wrote about a great new blog, Life, written by Schafner. This is akin to following a conversation about your mom’s brother’s new wife who used to be married to your second cousin, just not nearly as creepy.
So, I followed Sandra’s advice and wandered over to Schafner’s blog. I had nothing better to do, since I was just sitting at home in my pajamas eating bon-bon’s and watching Ricki Lake *snort*. I started reading and immediately sensed recognition. My first thought was an immediate panic that I had written something and Blogger screwed it all up and published it on this random dude's blog. I mean, I know I said that I’d be relying heavily on the Pinot Noir to get me through this time, but I was exaggerating. Instead of sleep walking, had I engaged in sleep blogging? It was uncanny to see my sense of humor through the writing of another person.
His post today literally made me laugh out loud. That doesn’t come easily people. In honor of that accomplishment, I asked Schafner if he’d mind being featured here today.
Don’t get me wrong, he is a better writer than I am. He is one of those fancy-schmancy editors. He even uses appropriate punctuation and “stuff”. You know, one of those show-offs who actually paid attention in school.
Side bar: I hated my high school English teacher. If I can't write good, or make misstakes in my spellling, blame her.
I’m more apt to get my point across by DOING.THINGS.LIKE.THIS. Regardless, our writing styles are incredibly similar and I really enjoy reading his blog. Maybe if I "apply myself", I can aspire to such writing greatness. He is new to blogging, so I know he’d appreciate any of you who stopped by to say hi.
I’m thoroughly enjoying the comments and feedback on the blogging post (below). If you haven’t responded yet, you’ll do so if you know what’s good for you.
(insert evil laugh here)
Off to see if those elves have finished my homework yet.
Oh good, me either.
However, I think I inadvertently found a potential answer. Now pay attention, this one is complicated. I’ve been reading my good friend Beth’s blog (Hi Beth!) for quite some time. Through Beth's blog, I found Sandra. Last week Sandra wrote about a great new blog, Life, written by Schafner. This is akin to following a conversation about your mom’s brother’s new wife who used to be married to your second cousin, just not nearly as creepy.
So, I followed Sandra’s advice and wandered over to Schafner’s blog. I had nothing better to do, since I was just sitting at home in my pajamas eating bon-bon’s and watching Ricki Lake *snort*. I started reading and immediately sensed recognition. My first thought was an immediate panic that I had written something and Blogger screwed it all up and published it on this random dude's blog. I mean, I know I said that I’d be relying heavily on the Pinot Noir to get me through this time, but I was exaggerating. Instead of sleep walking, had I engaged in sleep blogging? It was uncanny to see my sense of humor through the writing of another person.
His post today literally made me laugh out loud. That doesn’t come easily people. In honor of that accomplishment, I asked Schafner if he’d mind being featured here today.
Don’t get me wrong, he is a better writer than I am. He is one of those fancy-schmancy editors. He even uses appropriate punctuation and “stuff”. You know, one of those show-offs who actually paid attention in school.
Side bar: I hated my high school English teacher. If I can't write good, or make misstakes in my spellling, blame her.
I’m more apt to get my point across by DOING.THINGS.LIKE.THIS. Regardless, our writing styles are incredibly similar and I really enjoy reading his blog. Maybe if I "apply myself", I can aspire to such writing greatness. He is new to blogging, so I know he’d appreciate any of you who stopped by to say hi.
I’m thoroughly enjoying the comments and feedback on the blogging post (below). If you haven’t responded yet, you’ll do so if you know what’s good for you.
(insert evil laugh here)
Off to see if those elves have finished my homework yet.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Blogging makes the world go round
We take a break from our regularly scheduled studying to bring you this random message:
A funny thing happened this week as I was trying to figure out how on earth I was going to survive my to-do list, volumes I, II, and III. In assessing my priorities, I realized that my blog was on that list. How did that happen? It actually stumped me because I am not so sure why it is. I really don’t feel an obligation to blog. I just, um, well, I think I enjoy it.
When I started blogging, it was a way to share some pictures of Kate with misplaced family and friends. It was also a place to put all of the random thoughts taking up valuable real estate in my brain. I hadn’t engaged in writing, outside of the corporate setting (and how riveting is a memo analyzing healthcare plan design?), in about 12 years. I didn’t realize I liked it so much. Coming from a person who rarely, If ever, does something for herself, that is pretty big news. So, in part, my blog has been something I maintain to feed my creative side.
I certainly never envisioned my blog being read by other people. Heck, I don’t even think I am that interesting. I’m being serious here people. To have hundreds of people reading my blog daily is an incredible, certainly welcome, surprise. I still don’t fully understand this new passion, but I am starting to realize it’s an integral part of my day. It’s become a priority. That only means one thing … something else has to go. I really should be lying on a strategically positioned sofa, staring up at the ceiling, debating this with a professional. On second thought, I think that is what the internet is for.
So, I am curious. Why do you blog? Why do you read blogs? Why do you read this blog? Give me something to help in my absolute unprofessional assessment of the human psyche.
In impolite blogger fashion, I apologize for not being on top of responding to comments right now. In all honesty, I shouldn’t even be here right now. We will assess that character flaw at a later date.
Off to cry into my textbook.
We now return to our regularly scheduled studying.
A funny thing happened this week as I was trying to figure out how on earth I was going to survive my to-do list, volumes I, II, and III. In assessing my priorities, I realized that my blog was on that list. How did that happen? It actually stumped me because I am not so sure why it is. I really don’t feel an obligation to blog. I just, um, well, I think I enjoy it.
When I started blogging, it was a way to share some pictures of Kate with misplaced family and friends. It was also a place to put all of the random thoughts taking up valuable real estate in my brain. I hadn’t engaged in writing, outside of the corporate setting (and how riveting is a memo analyzing healthcare plan design?), in about 12 years. I didn’t realize I liked it so much. Coming from a person who rarely, If ever, does something for herself, that is pretty big news. So, in part, my blog has been something I maintain to feed my creative side.
I certainly never envisioned my blog being read by other people. Heck, I don’t even think I am that interesting. I’m being serious here people. To have hundreds of people reading my blog daily is an incredible, certainly welcome, surprise. I still don’t fully understand this new passion, but I am starting to realize it’s an integral part of my day. It’s become a priority. That only means one thing … something else has to go. I really should be lying on a strategically positioned sofa, staring up at the ceiling, debating this with a professional. On second thought, I think that is what the internet is for.
So, I am curious. Why do you blog? Why do you read blogs? Why do you read this blog? Give me something to help in my absolute unprofessional assessment of the human psyche.
In impolite blogger fashion, I apologize for not being on top of responding to comments right now. In all honesty, I shouldn’t even be here right now. We will assess that character flaw at a later date.
Off to cry into my textbook.
We now return to our regularly scheduled studying.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
I'm so not a professional blogger
I am by no means a professional blogger. I sort of stumbled into blogging by accident. In all honesty, I’m quite impressed that I have made it five months with this blog. I’m quite famous for having a million new hobbies and grandiose ideas that either never come to fruition, or fizzle after weeks of holding my interest. I think I am on to something with this whole blog-hobby.
In case you don’t know, there are blogging rules of etiquette. I don’t do well with normal etiquette rules, so the odds are not in my favor. In fact, I pretty much know I’d screw it up and earn a LARGE SCARLET LETTER S on my forehead if I attempted to engage in professional blog activities.
However, one thing I am a sucker for is comments. It makes my day when people leave comments on my blog. It makes it a little less lonely here at I Used to be Witty and makes me feel slightly less like I am just entertaining the voices in my head. Okay, I don’t have voices in my head, but you get the point. So, with all of that being cleared up, I am going to play on SITS. Readers, go check them out for some great blog links. Bloggers, go check them out to get linked up!
In case you don’t know, there are blogging rules of etiquette. I don’t do well with normal etiquette rules, so the odds are not in my favor. In fact, I pretty much know I’d screw it up and earn a LARGE SCARLET LETTER S on my forehead if I attempted to engage in professional blog activities.
However, one thing I am a sucker for is comments. It makes my day when people leave comments on my blog. It makes it a little less lonely here at I Used to be Witty and makes me feel slightly less like I am just entertaining the voices in my head. Okay, I don’t have voices in my head, but you get the point. So, with all of that being cleared up, I am going to play on SITS. Readers, go check them out for some great blog links. Bloggers, go check them out to get linked up!
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