Posted by muffintopmommy | Posted in OH &^%$!!, Random Rage, Suburban Madness, TMI? Says who!, Uncategorized | Posted on 25-09-2013
Someone call 911.
My blog is on life support.
Somewhere between summer ending, school starting, me being on a DIY kick (lock your doors—there is no piece of unpainted furniture that is safe), and explaining to 6 year old that it is really not OKAY to go up to single moms and exclaim, “What do you mean you don’t have a husband?! Everyone needs someone to kiss!” and that he doesn’t necessarily have to tell the teacher how much I love my Mich Ultra koozie….somewhere between telling 4 year old that no, he cannot “get” a girlfriend until he is 30, and that the firefighters don’t need a Coors Light—they sometimes need the “jaws of life”, I got burnt out. (Well, the firefighters might want one AFTER the fire. But that ain’t gonna help anyone during. Scratch that. I’d need to chug a beer or ten to work up the nerve to run into a burning building. Thank youuuu, firefighters–this Bud’s for you!) Somewhere between explaining to 8 year old that even though he had to sit in the front row during pictures, even though he’s one of the smallest kids in his class, that he is so bright, so kind, so fun, so curious about people and learning and life, that some day, no one will notice or care that he’s not the biggest guy– especially not him, if hubs and I do our job right. Somewhere in writing this as my kids get older, I have to wonder if any of these stories are ones they some day wish I didn’t tell.
And suddenly? It was more fun to
read War and Peace watch trash tv at night. Would Juicy Joe and Joe Gorga and all the other Italian Jersey Joe’s just finally get along? Would the dude who likes to walk barefoot to church in Toledo, Ohio find his dream home? Which lunch lady would win on Chopped??? I needed to see this important bidness through.
Painting vintage telephone tables and an antique secretary and a cool, old commode all pushed me further away from my homepage. What started out as a fire in my
belly muffin top four years ago, started to feel like homework I just didn’t feel like doing.
**JUST SO YOU KNOW THIS IS WHERE ALL MY FUN DIY PICS WERE SUPPOSED TO GO SO YOU COULD SEE I HAVEN’T BEEN WATCHING BRAVO EVERY DAY BUT EVERY TIME I PUT THEM IN MY BLOG CRASHES. OH MAH GAWD IT’S A SIGN!!!! A BAD ONE!!! **
I’m not sure if Muffintopmommy has run its course. (But damnit, I still have the muffin top! And oh no, I broke mah toe last month—more reason to surf the couch!) So now, I’m contemplating either doing a spin off blog called Muffintop DIY or blogging about DIY and other randomosity here. Or just taking a big bloggy hiatus and going on an HGTV sabbatical. I don’t know!
Guys, I’m 40 and I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up! Because that has been clogging mah mom brain too. At some point, and soon, I’d like to be gainfully employed (Are you hiring? I can read, write, type, do math in my head! I play well with others! I can kick some Scrabble ass! I make awesome coffee! * Yaaaay, Keurig! I’m fluent in English, Sarcasm, and Passive-Aggressive-ese. ** Stop it. I put up my dukes when I’m angry—but I’m a chick married to a guy with a TMZ app who bottles stuff up, soooo I’ve had to learn to speak PA-ese.)
I LOVE writing. I always will. But crime doesn’t pay, and neither does writing! Even! When! You! Over! Ex! Cla! Mate! Probably? Especially when you do.
It’s become easier to share some funnies on Facebook and take a break from pimping my blog and my book and my “brand”. When you have a blog, and a book, you need to tweet! Facebook! Pin it! Stumble it! Join Facebook groups to promote it! And I should be doing this on sites I don’t know about, or understand, because I’m OLD. And then…..And then, you gotta do it all again. And again. I’ve dropped some serious coin to attend writing and blogging conferences. All this, btw, is a lot of energy for not much return on investment—please refer to “crime doesn’t pay”, paragraph 8. Or was it 9? (Shut up! I’m good at math
for an English major.) There are blogs that accrue ginormous followings and make lots of US dollars and win fun prizes (I like prizes!) and! and! inspire people to do better and be better, but this is not one of them and after four years…..and not even many blog comments (Hallo? Hallo? Is anyone there? Though, bingoforlessdotcom your comment did seem so heartfelt–thank you!), I have to think, hmm, perhaps my efforts would be better spent elsewhere. For those who have been faithful readers, some from the beginning, some of whom have become friends –I appreciate you too much to turn out what is turning out to be halfhearted stuff…….because bottom line, I didn’t feel like I had to have the biggest blog, or the best blog, I never had aspirations to make bank, but I always wanted to have a quality blog and had pride in my ‘work’.
OMG. Am I having a mid life crisis????
Or am I just breaking up with my blog? I really don’t know. All I know is that it’s not you. It’s me.
(NO, really. Don’t look at me like that!)
Bye for now………..don’t cry because it’s over. Drink because it happened. (Heh.)
p.s. But could I interest you in a super cute Mommy’s Time Out chair?