Wednesday's Word
hoi polloi: \hoi-puh-LOI\, noun:
The common people generally; the masses.
Lately I've been hearing a lot about blogging. On the news, in the women's restroom, at the library, in the produce section at the grocery store. Some of it has been good. Some not so good. One woman even went so far as to say that "if my daughter-in-law ever decided to create one of those blogs I would suggest to my son that he seek guidance for her from their pastor." All this she said while talking on her blue tooth as she was klip klopping around in her 3 inch heels and using her freshly manicured nails to pick through the organic bananas and reeking of Red Door perfume. True story.
It made me take a good look at myself in my ponytail, no-name jeans, running shoes, and black sweater with baby goo on the sleeve, and wonder what it is that makes me want to blog. Why do I look at everything I do during the day and wonder if it's blog worthy? Nothing and no one is safe around me because it might eventually end up on the blog. What I write may or may not be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. But that's what makes it so exciting to read. Right? I mean, am I right? Like the time 3 year old Hunter took a maxi pad out of the diaper bag during sacrament meeting and chucked it as far as his little arm would allow, hitting a woman in the back of the head and yelling at the top of his lungs, "MOMMY WEARS DIAPERS TOO!" all while the deacons were passing the sacrament. Oh wait, that really did happen.
I blog because it makes me feel happy. And whatever makes me happy, I do.
Yes, my kids some day may be like, "Hey Ma. This here is called a gag order. It has your name on it. Blog wisely." On the other hand they may say, as George Washington once said, "I attribute my success in life to the moral, intellectual and physical education which I received from my mother."
For now, my message to the anti blogging hoi polloi and the blue tooth woman is best described in a quote from Jack Handey:
"The wise man can pick up a grain of sand and envision a whole universe. But the stupid man will just lie down on some seaweed and roll around until he's completely draped in it. Then he'll stand up and go, 'Hey, I'm Vine Man.'"
Hmmm, which one are you?
The common people generally; the masses.
Lately I've been hearing a lot about blogging. On the news, in the women's restroom, at the library, in the produce section at the grocery store. Some of it has been good. Some not so good. One woman even went so far as to say that "if my daughter-in-law ever decided to create one of those blogs I would suggest to my son that he seek guidance for her from their pastor." All this she said while talking on her blue tooth as she was klip klopping around in her 3 inch heels and using her freshly manicured nails to pick through the organic bananas and reeking of Red Door perfume. True story.
It made me take a good look at myself in my ponytail, no-name jeans, running shoes, and black sweater with baby goo on the sleeve, and wonder what it is that makes me want to blog. Why do I look at everything I do during the day and wonder if it's blog worthy? Nothing and no one is safe around me because it might eventually end up on the blog. What I write may or may not be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. But that's what makes it so exciting to read. Right? I mean, am I right? Like the time 3 year old Hunter took a maxi pad out of the diaper bag during sacrament meeting and chucked it as far as his little arm would allow, hitting a woman in the back of the head and yelling at the top of his lungs, "MOMMY WEARS DIAPERS TOO!" all while the deacons were passing the sacrament. Oh wait, that really did happen.
I blog because it makes me feel happy. And whatever makes me happy, I do.
Yes, my kids some day may be like, "Hey Ma. This here is called a gag order. It has your name on it. Blog wisely." On the other hand they may say, as George Washington once said, "I attribute my success in life to the moral, intellectual and physical education which I received from my mother."
For now, my message to the anti blogging hoi polloi and the blue tooth woman is best described in a quote from Jack Handey:
"The wise man can pick up a grain of sand and envision a whole universe. But the stupid man will just lie down on some seaweed and roll around until he's completely draped in it. Then he'll stand up and go, 'Hey, I'm Vine Man.'"
Hmmm, which one are you?
Comments
I think I would rather journal my more private thoughts. Your blog is cute and fun to read but you give alot of info. Food for thought maybe?
If you go parachuting, and your parachute doesn't open, and your friends are all watching you fall, I think a funny gag would be to pretend you were swimming.
If you ever fall off the Sears Tower, just go real limp, because maybe you'll look like a dummy and people will try to catch you because, hey, free dummy.
: ) You on the other hand...
Love,
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I wish I had a swing like dat in my backyard!