This blog is not for the light-hearted or easily offended. If either one of those descriptions applies to you, i would suggest you start drinking before you read this blog. A sense of humor is suggested. If you don't have one that sucks for you … find one and get a life!
In which i wonder did you ever?
Did you ever have self doubts that maybe you weren’t the funniest person in the world? Did you wonder if your humor was getting across? That perhaps other people were more effectively funny than you?
Did you ever think, “hey, maybe what I have to say isn’t so important? Maybe people aren’t seeing it? Maybe they’re not reading it? Maybe they’re not getting it?”
Did you ever wonder if maybe, just maybe, that once your narcissistic haze has cleared you will discover this ENTIRE thing is just a giant vanity project? That maybe all the time you spent writing all this shit down, publishing it and then promoting the hell out of it on Twitter wasn’t worth it?
Did you ever wonder if your family had needs? That maybe a little shopping, a little cleaning, a little something was required in your own house that needed doing rather than you talking about what the world needed doing?
Did you ever wonder if your kids, even the grown kids, had feelings they wanted to discuss? That maybe their snide remarks of “you’ve dumped us now mom” weren’t so snide and were important somehow?
Did you ever wonder if supporting your husband and listening to his business stresses were maybe just a little more important then your blog stats? Your counts? Your Twitter followers?
Did you ever wonder any of that?
Nahhhh…me neither.
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I bought a $2,000 vacuum with the best of intentions of becoming the super housewife. It sits all shiny and pretty in the closet while I pound out another blog and check my website stats. Guilt? Regrets? No. Dirty carpet? Yes.
You tease… :)
Of course, for super mums, they can do everything and do it perfectly. And annoy the shit out of the rest of us mere mortals (and probably their families too).
Well of course "this ENTIRE thing is just a giant vanity project". That's why I started it.
Re: Karla… I consider 'dirty carpet' to be character… un;ess we are talking about a different kind of 'carpet'…
~shoes~
I think we were separated at birth…did your father ever visit California? Just wondering.
Yes, I wonder about those things. And ponder. Fret. Obsess. Worry. You name it, I do it.
It's very loud in my head.
Yep me either
Nahhhh, me neither!
AV
You know, I've always wondered why if somebody doesn't get my jokes, why *I'm* the one who feels stupid. Shouldn't it be the other way around? Just thinkin'.
I couldn't agree more! If they don't get our jokes, isn't that their problem?
All the time, Chica. All the time. Then I just open some wine and continue writing my incredibly funny, interesting, riveting, compelling and utterly wonderful shit.
HAHAHA…every once in a while i feel bad with the sheer amount of time this takes and i feel a little guilty and then i’m like …. nahhh, it’s fine.
Nope. Never. I know I’m the funniest person in the world.
See? Is that hilarious? xx
In person? I can’t be beat in the funny stakes…we will have to meet and have a laugh off! Hahaha
Just found your blog, now am reading from the beginning. I think you’re my new favorite person!
Wow…that is so nice and it means a LOT! I get ridiculously excited when new people find me. The beginning huh, that’s a LOT of posts
The whole narcissism thing I have going on pretty much takes care of any of those thoughts wandering around my head…
although I did write a post for Scary Mommy a few months ago that made me wonder why not everyone got my joke and thought I was a huge twat…but then I got over it, cuz I remembered I’m one funny bitch…
I always assume that if I think something’s funny and nobody else does then they’re idiots