Some shtick or some Shtick... or some blog about blogging....

Story of my life....

It is about time for something funny, yes? The big girl panties are firmly in place, and my boot straps have been yanked... theoretically anyway. I can't wait for fall and the actual wearing of boots. Then I can quit painting my toenails (and shaving my legs ha). I am really trying to have a good day. I am playing happy music and trying to get some stuff done around here and making lists for this weekend's tax-free school shopping adventure. That should be fun. Or not. Probably not, but I can try to be positive, for once. It won't kill me, I hope.

So let's talk about 'Shtick'.


No, not that kind of shtick.



Shtick, shtick. More like this:

Some Benny Hill

or some Mr. Bean....

Or even this....

Or how bout this?

Less stick-ish and more Mr. Bean like. More gimmicky less woodsy. You get the point. The blogosphere is full of shtick. I read a lot of blogs with shtick. I enjoy it. And I wonder if I should employ it. But then, that's kinda not my style. I'm not spilling my guts into this computer for world-wide fame and fortune. I'm not looking for ad deals. I did make a facebook page... I'm not entirely sure why I did that. But I did. There are only a handful of folks actually reading my rants. So I don't think I shall bother with shtick. I can't draw my own pics anyway, and I'm not madly in love with a movie star... although I might be in love with John Mayer, but my husband is aware of this and he's okay with it. Besides, shtick seems to require a long-term commitment and some consistency and I frankly I don't have time for either. Some days I'm up and humorous, and some days I think the world sucks and my glass is completely empty (screw the half-empty bit). Some days I will complain about my kids and some days I will not. This is my life in an online diary, and I am choosing to share it because... because why? I guess that's the real point here. Why am I writing a blog and wanting other people to read it? People that I do not know and will never meet. I thought about this for a while and I have come to this conclusion. I'm not a people person. I'm socially awkward and incredibly neurotic and I don't get out much. And I'm lonely. If I can tap out my thoughts into this blog and someone reads them and they're all- hey I know how you feel- and they tell me- heyyy I know how you feel- then I've made some kind of connection with someone else. It makes me feel a tad bit less reclusive, a little less lonely, a little more in touch with reality. And we all need a dose of reality, don't we? Some folks need a dose of reality... with a bat... to the head. Especially some of those real housewives of fancypants land. Really? They're real? I think their bodies have more plastic in them than my kids little people zoo set. That's not real. You want real? Read my blog. Because I am real, and these are my real thoughts and feelings, and I have real boobs too. Just felt like pointing that out. So, thanks for stopping by, and I shall leave you with this....

Cuz I blogged about blogging...