Frankly, I’m relieved. I didn’t get into the finals of BoB as Ms. Crochet (I don’t crochet, but that was my only hope). I didn’t get Mommy Blog nomination either- probably because I call my child The Snarl. And it’s safe to say I didn’t want to be anywhere near The Best Fertility Blog. I do think Genuine is so focused on diapers he can’t even
conceive (well, he does that regularly), make that consider the possibility of Best Menopause Blog. Huh. I posted that swell post-Thanksgiving diet of Munchos and Cosmopolitans but did that appeal to Mango or Papaya or whoever he is? No. I did not get Best Food Blog. Podcast? I don’t think so. Every time I put up an audioblog, my site stops loading.
Every single day I make a conscious effort to refrain from posting about my joyous sex life and molasses. Those days I don’t put up a post? I’m engaged in orgiastic sex. But I was brought up not to broadcast that stuff plus I don’t want you all jealous- so Best Sex Blog? No.
Two major issues, I believe, are these: I don’t know ANY of those people over at BoB except Genuine and as many times as I’ve visited him, praised his fatherly efforts, told him his chocolate-covered baby is cute, dropped him a weather report- do you see his comments here? No. Over 3800 comments here on 400 plus posts in the past 10 months. No. So that may be one thing, that I don’t know them and they don’t know me.
The other issue is no one can load my page. This is probably more to the crux of the matter. Even I can’t load my page. It’s so clogged up with blurry photos and weird audioblogs (I did think Adventure Dog, soothing music for glass-eating dogs, was one of my finer moments…) that only the strong of heart with hours to spare can even get here. (Thank you. Really.)
That, actually, was the only reason I wanted to get into BoB. I wanted someone to make me a new web design. I wanted a real host. A page that would load. I wanted to know what RSS stands for. Ah, well.
I will say this about Best of Blogs: Raehan, Lucinda, Grace– all excellent choices. I’ll be voting, and now that I’m here in Florida again, I can vote as often as I want (but it may not count). I know that Raehan, for one, is in a better position since Belle on Her Toes went back to her real life because otherwise she would have been up for Sexiest, Most Inspiring, Best HomeSchooling, Mommy Blog. The last thing I’ll say is they missed the boat with Hoss. I checked out the ten finalists in Most Humorous and while they are, indeed funny, the humor is almost entirely caustic and sarcastic. And, as we all know, sarcasm is the refuge of shallow minds. Hoss is consistently, through thick and thin I might add, hilarilously funny, good natured, smart and most of all, a good neighbor.
So, anyway, I’m relieved and the heat is off. That means I can post one of those dreaded memes. I usually try to pretend I haven’t been tagged but since I’m in Florida and FC tagged me on this one and since four is the Snarl’s lucky number, here goes.
FOUR JOBS YOU’VE HAD IN YOUR LIFE
1- When I was 16 and weighed 103#, I worked as a Playground Leader for the City of Detroit in the heart of the inner city. I would show up every day at this miserable dirt lot with 2 medicine balls and a giant lug wrench to open the fire hydrant. There would be about 40 little children sitting in their underpants along the curb watching me grunt and strain to get that sucker open and they all cheered when the water finally cut loose. And Hoss, I got to put up orange cones to block traffic.
2- When I was 17 I went to work in a small receiving hospital on the East side of Detroit taking electrocardiograms in the Emergency Room. After my first month this guy died on me. A while later I went back into the cubicle to look at him- they were waiting for some family to show up- and I thought I would make his dead self more comfortable by putting a pillow under his head. Hours later no family had showed up yet but a doctor walked by, noticed the pillow and roared out in rage. Seems rigor had set in and by then the guy was bent upright. Sigh. I worked nights as an ECG technician in Ann Arbor all the way through college.
3- When I was 24, I had completed graduate school and I was a full blown, licensed psychotherapist. I went to work doing post-graduate work for NIMH (remember those mice?) in infant mental health, studying the development of blind infants and failure to thrive babies. I continue to be a child and family therapist to this day, many moons later.
4- I am a mother. This is the BoJs. It is the hardest, easiest, most fun, most frustrating, most edifying job on earth, at least for me.
And on that note, I’m going to lunch by the bay with my baby. She’s between classes, so I have to run and I’ll finish up with this post, post haste, later today.