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| You cannot rush the creative process |
Firstly, my husband made friends with FeedBurner and got it to work. So now, if you look to the right you will see that you can sign up to be notified by e-mail when I post. Since we don't know if it works yet, Husband wrote beta. I didn't realize at first HE is who wrote beta and wondered why the word was there since no one else who has this has the word beta. I rolled my eyes at him when I found out, because do we really need that? And now I have to figure out how to change it to not say that.
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| See, I can be nice |
But, I really do thank him because he spent several hours Saturday morning reading through my Blogger book trying to figure out the problem. He stuck with it until he figured it out. I abandoned the idea 2 weeks ago. I also abandoned sitting and discussing it with him about 15 minute into the activity Saturday morning, because it was boring and I knew we would start to annoy each other (read he would annoy me).
So, blogging backlash. My 15 year old son, aka Boy, happened to see the Up the Down Staircase post (he hasn't read any others nor had any interest at all in what I am doing) but it was up on the screen. He is offended and insists that this conversation never happened and people probably won't believe me anyway. I told him that people believed me and liked it because everyone's kids act this way.
Not getting the apology he was looking for, he then looked to his 13 year old sister, aka Girl or SB (Soccer Barbie), and gets her attention by saying "Mom wrote about you too. She told your whole fish conversation." SB was otherwise occupied with her phone so she was only sort of listening (thank God) and just looked up at me and said "Don't be mean." Usually it is much uglier/ whinier whenever she thinks I am talking about her in any fashion at all, any time, anywhere.
Since my brother, husband and son all feel that I am not accurately portraying them or life with me (my son has told me I am mean like Hitler), I have offered them the opportunity to write a paragraph or two that I would include on my blog, unedited (no Mom, the offer does not extend to you). You will notice that you are only reading my words. Everyone is a big talker until they are called to step up to the plate.
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| Honestly, why is that kid smiling? Is he high? He doesn't even know who Kiss is. |
I think we might have to have a whole post on troubling hair. Feel free to send me your suggestions of who needs to be mentioned.
I've found that FB and my blog actually help (just a little) to keep my oldest in check. I put him on notice... Don't want me to write about (read: make fun of) you saying/doing stupid stuff? Don't say/do stupid stuff. How easy is that? ;)
ReplyDeleteMr. Donkey, saint that he is, spent Saturday morning working for you. You say that you abandoned him b/c what he was saying was boring? And then you put up a button that says "I love my husband?" That seems like a fair trade-off. He was probably so disheartened that he had to do extra loads of wash to work out his frustration.
ReplyDeleteBoy was all kinds of bent out of shape that you were portraying him in an unfavorable light. You told him how great you are b/c you didn't mention that he said you were like Hitler. Then you turn around and tell everyone.
So now I see how you get fodder for your blog. You instigate, then sit back and let the blog unfold. All you have to do is write it down.
Very clever, my friend.
Love, Mom
I was laughing at Gene's hair until the light from a nearby window caused me to catch my own reflection in the monitor and caused me to stop laughing mid-chortle. Stones, glass houses....you understand.
ReplyDeleteBut let's continue to laugh at the offspring. I've got a gaggle of my own so I'm right there with you.
And maybe, instead of "beta" language, husband could get you a beta FISH. That'd be cool.
Ha! Your feedburner worked! (I signed up before today when I noticed it there). So, now you know.
ReplyDeleteI totally want to see a guest post from your mom.
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