So I think I'll be a blogger when I grow up...

After reading the book, "Bitter is the New Black" I've decided that I am going to be a blogger when I grow up. Now all I have to do is get some advertisers and alienate the people around me and I'm golden. Truth be told I don't think I would make it big - it appears the ones that everyone follow are really bitchy and have no trouble being mean to the friends and family around them. Unfortunately (and fortunately for you) I am not that mean - I don't like to intentionally hurt peoples feelings and make people mad. The website that I attached a few days ago with the New Moon spoof is a perfect example. The author and brains behind Jennsylvania was (maybe still is) as mean and sarcastic as they come. Talk about verbal diarrhea - no verbal filter at all - which made for some hilarious reading, but only hilarious because it was about me. See the rub? So maybe there is room in the world for a terribly normal, uninteresting person like myself? Perhaps. I find it amazing that my reader hits are growing every time I post, which is sort of like a drug - it makes me want to post some more. I go to bed thinking of things I could write of and find myself wanting to jot down what my kids are saying like a reporter at a press conference. So bottom line is thank you to all that read my words, thank you to those who come back and to the ones from sucksexful.com - I am concerned and touched, but mostly concerned.

So I was cuddling with Jon last night - now that he's 7 and 3/4 as he likes to point out - he gets to stay up later than the other two. Last night we decided after drawing killer robots for about an hour we'd hit the hay and read. See Jon is like me - a loshi-er. Not sure what that is - I'll tell you - it's short for "gooma-loshi" pronounce it the way it sounds - which is hybrid word for "gamoola." The spelling is all wrong - but for phonetic reasons lets keep it simple. My grandmother or "Yia yia" was Greek - I grew up hearing Greeklish all my life - she be telling you a story and some of it would be in Greek , some in English and it was your job to put it together. I also know that when it was something I wasn't suppose to hear it was all Greek - but I digress. I have learned, by having people who know real Greek that a lot of the words I grew up hearing weren't Greek at all, just Greeklish - so long story short (too late) gamoola is the Greeklish word for turd or poop. To make that a verb it became goomaloshi or to lay around like a turd. Pretty picture, no? So my brother and I shorted it further to "loshi" and there you have it. (Now I sound like the dad on My Big Fat Greek Wedding - which is so true, but I digress again) So we loshi'd and we read and he tells me a joke because Jon can't be still and quiet if you are three inches from him - lord help his future wife. "Hey mom, why couldn't the baby pirate see Pirates of the Caribbean? Because it was rated, RRRrrrrrrrrrr!" That one actually made me laugh out loud - normally his jokes aren't funny. "Knock, Knock" "Who's there?" "Me" "Me who?" "Me- poopy on your head" haaaahaaaa - you get the point. 7 and 3/4 year olds aren't known for their witty humor.

So back to this book - it was good, really good (Leslie this woman is your fashion soul sister, complete with pearls and Lacoste polos) - I like the fact that something like life is interesting enough to read and make me laugh. I like that a lot. I think we all have a story to tell in some fashion- it's just the right story at the right time. In any event thanks for listening, take care and Happy December 2nd - can you freaking believe it?

Thanks!