Chip Off the Old Block

The Boy With His Fingers Crossed
My kiddo has been asking me for a blog this week.

Which lead to both pride and a bit of anxiety on my part.  Obviously I'm proud that he sees this is something I enjoy and like to do and I'm proud that he considers it something he might like to do himself.

But I was a bit anxious because you come into all these questions of how to properly police it, for lack of a better word.  But he's persisted in wanting a blog so he can share his summer and his days with the virtual world who might want to get to know him.

And I'm all about growing him as both a reader and a writer, so this could be good for both of us, right?

That's what I'm choosing to go with.

So we struck up an agreement.  I set up a blog, and he can write them.  He cannot, however, publish them.  Before they go live on the blog, Mom will proof-read, edit, and then publish the blog for him.

This is my way of  letting him see what I'm changing and why (tonight was Proper Names and why we capitalize them).  It's also my way of making sure that nothing is put out there that doesn't need to be such as names, locations...stuff like that.

So anyway, the blog is up and the blog is live....and a bit to my own chagrin he's getting more comments than I've gotten in months.

Check his blog out if you like.  I can make no promises as to what will be posted or how often it will be posted in the future but I encourage you to like it on Facebook and keep up with his adventures as he/we share them.

Third Grade | The Adventure Begins

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A Long Time Coming

I know that a lot of you that don't have daily interactions with me IRL are wondering what's up.  I basically dropped out of the Blogosphere completely and left a lot of you wondering what's up, and though it coincided with my marriage and new life in another location, it didn't actually have anything to do with that specifically.

I went through what every other blogger goes through at some point.  

Nasty criticism.

And like most bloggers, it came from the realm classified "Friends and Family".

And given that I can hold a grudge like it's got super-glue coating on the's taken me three years to decide what I should have said up front:  "This blog was never about you to begin with, it's about me."  And similarly, "This blog was never for you to begin with, it's for me."

I enjoy writing.  I enjoy the friends that I met and connected with through writing.  And with only a few exceptions, every follower I earned (and those I lost in my absence) enjoyed me and enjoyed what I shared.

So why stop what I'm doing because a few people don't like it or choose to use it against me?  That's a good question.  

The thing I've learned about my critics is that they're not anyone I'm interested in impressing anyway.  

Please forgive the language, but this seriously made
me laugh!  I couldn't pass up using it!

The thing I've learned about my supporters is that they're fiercely defensive of me (and they exhibit a bit of pack-like behavior, too.)

So, I'm back to blogging.  Not for you, but for me.  And if you have something ugly to say about it....go ahead, it reflects more on who you are than who I am (even if you only say it behind my back).

So say what you want, but don't get upset if I throw you to the wolves for doing it.

And for all my little wolf-like friends and family, thanks for being the reason I want to come back.  Thanks for being my "safe place" and for encouraging me to do what I love.  You're a lot of the reason that writing is a peaceful place for me.

There's a Hole in the Bucket

Me:  You missed my song!

Husband:  I know, it was giving me a headache!

Me:  Okay, so I'll summarize it for you.  Henry told Liza there was a hole in the bucket so she told him to fix it.  He asked what he should fix it with and she told him a straw.  He said the straw was too long so she told him to cut it.  He asked what he should cut it with and she told him to use a knife.  He told her the knife was too dull and she told him to sharpen it.  He asked what he should sharpen it with and she told him to use a stone.  He said that the stone was too dry so she told him to wet it.  He asked what he should wet it with and she told him to use water.  He asked her how he should get water and she told him to use a bucket and so he reminded her that there's a hole in the bucket.

Husband:  What.  The.  Hell.

Back in the Groove

Miss me?

Guess what?  I'm back.

Want to find out what all you've missed?

Here's my Instagram.

Here's my Twitter.

And here's me.

Yesterday's makeup, hair unfixed, and no filters.

Know what that means?  I have nothing to hide.

Let the adventure resume.