Holy crap!
Man, I've been one slack-ass-blogger. I've got all the usual excuses. Go ahead, shoot big holes through'em. I deserve it. My first reason for not posting? Blogs. Other peoples' fabulous blogs. I'm so busy reading Dooce and Go Fug Yourself feeling totally inadequate that I just can't muster up the will to live, blog-wise.
Other excuses? "wah wah wah, i'm a parent to a young child, wah." well, that's what it USED to sound like when parents complained before I became a baby-wrangler myself. While I love this being beyond all reason, i only get about an hour a day to just goof off, unless, of course, I'm at work. I'm actually pretty ambitious, hardworking blah blah blah. but I never thought that work would start to feel like time-off. freaky. And why the hell wasn't I busy knitting, crocheting, crafting, gardening, sleeping when I was still childless? I had endless free time it seems in hindsight.
I'm also unfortunately and absolutely addicted to celebrity gossip. What the hell is wrong with me? I don't wear a hair net or live in a trailer but I absolutely ADORE reading about the latest Paris Hilton or Lindsay Lohan debacle. I love the cattiness of it all, i revel and would roll around in it if i could. ahh, feel the bitterness, the high-schoolness. slurp slurp slurp. but it does take a lot of time to find all this crap. It's more commitment than just picking up a People magazine and calling it a day. there are multiple sites to click through and they always link to OTHER gossip sites. My god. My pulse quickens at the thought.
I hate to say it, but...maybe i need a to do list for my goofing off time. 1) write in blog. 2) put down US magazine 3) turn off vapid television. Is it oxmoronic to have structured free-time?
