wonder what it’s like
five hundred comments per post
There are so many mommy blogs out there. I hardly read any of them.
Every now and then I will pop over to one of the super popular ones, but for some inexplicable reason I can’t read more than one or two posts without getting tremendously irritated. This makes no sense because a) I am basically a mommy blogger b) the posts that irritate me are sometimes pretty funny.
This leads me to believe that I don’t like popular people just because they’re popular and/or I am an asshole with problems stemming from buried jealousy and out-of-control egotism.
It’s interesting to me to think about this (I fault the rampant egotism). Am I really jealous of the Dooce’s out there? Not really. I don’t want people making satiric websites about how I’m screwing up my kids. That is something I am happy to do myself. But on the other hand, I see these sort of inside-joke-y posts from mamas who have just come back from some unnameable, unspeakable, top secret, invite-only mommy blogger advertising expo/conference type thing and I think, "Well, damn. It sure would be nice to be famous enough to get invited so that I could say Hell No."
It’s the same conundrum I’ve had since my school girl days. Would it be nice to be the girl who has a brand new outfit to wear to school everyday, and all the boys hanging off of her? Probably not as fun as you might think. Do I enjoy being the girl who wears the same sweatshirt three times a week and who starts the underground "newspaper" making fun of the Girl With The Clothes? Waaaay more fun than you would think.
So why do I feel such vitriol towards my "successful" "peers" out there? They could care less about me, which doesn’t bother me. I am happy to keep ignoring their blogs as a sort of continued protest against the mainstream (even though I am about as mainstream as one can get). And yet, I feel compelled every few months or so to drop by one of these blogs and be driven completely bonkers. Bonkers! For no reason!
It is like the local band going to see Pearl Jam and complaining the whole time about how much Eddie Vedder has sold out, even while buying the new album.
Surely there are other people who feel this way? We can start up the Snobby Blogger Conundrum Consortium. Fun! And we’re too old to get a detention because of it!
Things that I am not doing:
cleaning my fridge
writing anything important
wearing clothes that are less than eight years old
Things that I am doing:
reading the Terror (awesome, by the way)
sitting in a chair
vaguely keeping an eye on the wee-er one
daydreaming of wood floors
listening to Buena Vista Social Club
imagining that Tina Fey wants to be my friend
you will never guess
not in one gamillion years
what happened last night
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The wee-er one slept in her own bed! All night long! Without nursing once! I KNOW!
It’s a miracle, but I can’t take credit for it. My mother-in-law is here and she slept in the wee-er one’s room with her last night. Apparently, though, the wee-er one woke only once with a small whimper and went back to sleep. When she sleeps with me, she wakes every hour and a half to kick me in the head, nurse, pinch me, nurse some more, and pull my hair.
This is quite an accomplishment. We are celebrating by being grouchy and demanding pirate booty.
guys with grillz performed magic
carpet is so clean!
I shouldn’t admit to this, but wow! Dudes came today and cleaned the downstairs carpet. All of the mysterious black spots and yogurt stains and spat out cheerios are gone. Gone! The dog pee stains remain (alas) but I can pretend to overlook them while the rest of the carpet looks so shiny and new.
So, Guys With Gold Teeth (who made the wee-er one furrow her brow, point to their mouths and say quizzically "teef? teef?"), thanks for cleaning up my family’s filth. You rock.
By the way, GWGT? What does your schedule look like for next week? I’m sure we will have destroyed all your handywork waaaay before then. Maybe I could get you on a retainer.
Guys? Hello? Why are you running away so fast?
type, ignore the kids
chatter into the ether
truly have no shame
It’s been just over four years now that I have been blogging. I started this blog at the very end of March 2004. Can you believe that? I was just going through the archives, and I had forgotten that everything actually started on a LiveJournal blog. I’m sure it’s still there somewhere, floating in the ether. Then I switched to this format and wrote mostly haiku, with a smattering of posts about trying to be a writer. Then I started writing stupid imitations of rejected-NPR essays and critiques of famous people’s hair.
It took me a while to find my groove.
That groove was the wee one, I guess. It’s hard to believe that when this blog was started, he was younger than the wee-er one is now. And, yet, here I am, still typing away and having a good time doing it.
When I started haikuoftheday I never thought about how long it would last or what it would morph into. But I’m happy with what it is now. It’s a great outlet, a great writing exercise, and a great way to be reminded that I’m not alone in the day-to-day world of mommy-ing. It’s funny to write that out loud, because I don’t really consider this a mommy blog. Maybe that’s what it really is, but I’ve never thought of it that way. I’ve just thought of it as a Kari blog. I dig it. And I thank you for taking the time to read it.
Go check out the archives! Go see what an idiot I’ve been (and continue to be)! Go! It’s funny! I promise!
O, complex Starbuck
can you be the last Cylon?
or the one true God?
Battlestar Galactica is back tomorrow! I am so geeking out over here.
Can I watch three seasons in one day to prepare myself for tomorrow? Probably not, even I can’t ignore the kids for THAT long. I’ll just keep watching this over and over.
didn’t hide your kind nature
we will miss you, Ray
Farewell, Ray. We’re still having a hard time believing you’re gone. I’m so sorry we couldn’t be there today.
Rest in peace, dude. We miss you. We love you.
(And, yeah, wherever you are right now, I know you’re giving me shit for calling you dude. I did that on purpose, because it’s fun to rile you up.)