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All You Need Is…
So I’ve been blogging along in relative obscurity, toiling at the keyboard for days at a stretch, ignoring my kids to reach into the depths of my soul to create the best short form writing to document this period in human evolutionary history the world has ever known, which undoubtedly will provide a clear roadmap to future paleontologist as to the direct causes of our demise. Also because I wanted to bring a bit of humor to a little thing we like to call parenting.
I really tried to bring it, you know? But I don’t know if you know because it’s so hard to tell when you sit there all stone-faced and silent. I really wish you’d open up to me more. I’m not a mindreader. I really want to make this relationship work, but I can’t do it alone.
And there again, silence.
Are you even listening to me? Do you care? Why won’t you talk to me?
That’s how I feel most of the time I’m sitting here staring at the blank screen, watching the little cursor blink at me, taunting me, daring me to come up with something before I click over to check my site stats for the five thousandth time just to confirm nothing has changed from two seconds before and then switch over to see what’s happening on Twitter because I have to know if anyone replied to my tweet, which is always met with the same answer. No. But while I’m there Twitter suggests I might like to follow Barack Obama, and I think: Should I follow the president? How many followers does the President have? Would the President follow me back? How often does the president check his Twitter account? Ok, the president is probably not going to follow me back. His loss. Back to the blog, but maybe I should check my site stats first.
And then my good friend Sperky over at Sperk* hit me with some blog lovin.
According to the little e-card on Sperk*’s site liebster is a German word meaning favorite, beloved, dearest, and who am I to question that? We all know how warm and loving those Germans are.
So Sperks liebsters me, and I liebster her. And just like that, it’s a wonderful, liebster world all over again.
What’s even more wonderbar is the Liebster goes on. The Liebster, like love, is not limited to one person. The Liebster is limitless. So, now, I’d like to announce to the world who I liebster, but first I have to reveal a few fun facts about myself:
- If I could I would read and do nothing else.
- I once slept in just a sleeping bag in the middle of the dessert.
- I have been to Times Square on New Year’s Eve (it’s not as much fun as it looks).
- I never particularly liked kids. Now I have two. They are turning out to be two people I actually enjoy being around.
- I occasionally play 90′s hip hop music my husband deems inappropriate for the children.
- I think my son may be the Frog Whisperer.
- I’m the founder of the Detached Parenting Movement. (I need to be the founder of something.)
And the nominees are:
Hollow Tree Ventures (never fails to crack me up)
The Fordeville Diaries (funny and sassy and Fordy)
Pile of Babies (funny stuff but might I suggest altering that title slightly to Pile O’ Babies. It just has a nice ring to it.)
Life According to Julie (just may be my long lost cousin trice removed)
And, of course, Free Range Kids by my hero and yours, Lenore Skenazy (don’t know what I’d do without her).
So don’t piss me off, people, and pass on the Liebster.
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You always make me laugh….whether I leave a comment or not. Thanks. I don’t think I need to tell you how therapeutic it is for me to laugh!
Aww, thanks for the shout out!
I will spread the bloggy love….cousin…..LOL
Thank you for loving me back so I don’t feel stupid loving you all one-sided-like. I totally appreciate the Liebster, and will blog about it and sleep with it under my pillow, but (please don’t be mad) HTV is like the roach motel of blog awards. For YOU, though, I’ll attempt to drum up some Liebster for my fellow man.
Don’t feel like you have to post about it or do anything with it, but you’ve been kind to me in my nascent bloggingness(TM), and I occasionally try to be kind back to people who are nice. These awards may be virtually meaningless, but it’s still nice to know someone liebsters you.
“I’m the founder of the Detached Parenting Movement. (I need to be the founder of something.)”
LOL. I’d read all the time if I could, too. And slept in the desert in just a sleeping bag? What? Story, please.
It happened long ago in a land far away. (You know, when I was 20 and in college) I just remembered it last night & thought that would be a good little fact to throw in. Some friends & I were driving across AZ to Mexico for Spring Break & we slept out in the dessert w/ nothing but sleeping bags. In the morning while I was still tucked under the sleeping bag something ran over my face. A little mouse or rabbit or something ran across my sleeping bag right were my face was. That’s how we started out the trip.
When I first started reading this, I though you were going to say something like, “…so this is my last post.” And I thought no, no, oh no, I should have commented more. Because everything is about me and my fault. Then you warmed my heart with the “The Liebster, like love, is not limited to one person.” It was sort of Seuss-like, you know? I never was a big fan of little ones either, but their appearance in my life made/make everything so much more purposeful. *sigh* love and laughter, and there you have it. Great writing. Don’t ever stop.
Aww, thanks. And thanks for the high high praise likening the line to Dr. Seuss (my hero along w/ Lenore Skenazy). Yes, I know kids make you see life in a completely new and incredibly terrorizing way. I’m responsible for 2 other people? It’s the toughest job you’ll ever love. (And I totally get the “everything is my fault” feeling. I suffer from that too, but I am in recovery.)