Thursday, January 27, 2011


It's been five months.

I've blogged every single day for five months (except for the day Dad died) and I would say I'm proud of about four of those posts. I feel rushed every night to spit something out so I can get on with more important things. And that really sucks balzac because writing used to be important to me.

And so, I think, I will cry uncle. I will admit defeat. Concede. Which is hard for me. I'm stubborn, and a sore loser. Eric is going to gloat and I will be obliged to avenge myself by chewing food and showing it to him on my tongue.

I will write when I have something to say. When I have time to proof read and spell check. When I'm not exhausted, headachey, or hormonal.

There are a lot of things I'd like to try to write about; I want to impress you all with more of my awesome recipes for foods that others think are weird until they try them (with pictures!). I'd like to try to write some reviews - something I've never done before. I want the internet to know about the books that I want to crawl inside of and read for the first time over and over again, and the music that makes my heart spin inside my chest. I want to try to put my relationship with my dad into words - and say a proper goodbye to him. And I'm going to try to stop starting sentences with "and".

All these things deserve more than the ten minutes of attention I can squeeze in at the end of the day (Well, maybe not the food thing, it probably only deserves about 8 minutes.)

And you, yes, you deserve better.


  1. But honestly? I don't care if you start your sentences with and. Or end with prepositions. (or am I the only one who insists on doing that?) I just like "hearing" your voice. So don't not post if you have something to say just because you don't edit it to perfection, ok? I like you imperfect. It makes me feel squishy close to you and like maybe I know you. But if it's exhausting, I get that too. But think of us like your bestie that comes over in yoga pants with no makeup on ok? We won't judge. Unless you mix up you're and your. That shit is serious.

  2. Don't feel bad. You need to write on whatever terms work for you. Even if you post infrequently, we'll still come by to say hello.

    Now please chew with your mouth closed.

    And speling is overated.

  3. I'll miss your daily posts! I've really enjoyed stopping by your blog on a daily basis.
    Hope you still stop by my blog and leave me some comments every once in awhile!

    Come back soon!

  4. I won't not write. Nor is it likely that I will all of a sudden grow up and write well. I'm just saying I don't want to kill myself to get words on the screen and then feel all crabby because they're not what I wish they were.
    I will continue to use your and you're correctly, as well as then and than. But I can't make any promises about whether and weather or steel and steal.

  5. Well, as long as you're definite about this, and not definate. Although I will say that I've really enjoyed your daily blogs.

  6. I will miss your photos, small rants and little news of the kids and your humor. These blogs are my daily way of keeping track of my family which is so, so far away. Wahneta

  7. Blogging should be fun-do as much or as little as feels right.

  8. Why you, of course, Phil. Cause you're the only uncle who reads this thing.

  9. Just the other day I hated my own blog so much for making me feel guilty that I tried to stab it will a dull butter knife until someone pulled me away and smacked me back to the land of reason.
    Just promise you won't stop writing all together because that would make me weep big fat copious tears of sadness that would drown everyone here.
    Also, I like to include dangling modifiers and run on sentences with fluctuating tenses to confuse and upset good writers everywhere. I'm such a bold unrepentant hack!

  10. Aww. Thanks.

    (Stupid blogs making us feel inadequate.)

  11. This is all because I haven't had a chance to catch up on my blog reading... right? Because this is really all about me.... right?

    My blog beats th shit out of me on an almost daily basis...

  12. Yes. Dammit. What does a girl have to write to get a little love around here? Do you think I do this for my health?
    It's all for you.
    For yoooouuuuu.


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