Reading other people's blogs is a great way to chuckle and cultivate a bit of thankfulness for my own little life. Other people have such interesting lives, but I wouldn't want to be them.
There's this one blog I read where she loves Harry Potter and the Democrats and she wears a rubber bracelet at all times. We have nothing at all in common. But she writes really well, and I feel that I know her.
Or another blog by this gal who used to be a Mormon, and now she's not. She struggles with depression and her daughter loves licorice. She makes me laugh out loud and I read her every day.
There's the blogging man in a foreign country. He has about 4 blogs that he finds time to maintain. Some of his are funny and some are deep and some are artistic. I read him all the time, too. (hi kjp).
Wouldn't it be fun if you could read the blogs of everyone you know? It's such a funny way to hear the things another person thinks.
Some people don't think at all. Unfortunately, most of them blog.
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I am going thru one of those uninspired phases of writing. There is a lot going on in my life, but I can't figure out how to put it into words. Here's a sampling:
*My Auntie Margi and Uncle Ross are in town. I learned last night thru conversing with my uncle that not everyone knows that Gorgonzola is not the same as Feta. Only my uncle and myself seemed to have this information. The rest of my family is Cheese Challenged.
*The painter called today and assured me that the house will be painted before my children are grown. When he is going to accomplish this was less clear. He was very excited about how busy his business is, and very happy that I am such a patient soul. I bet the un- patient people already got their houses painted.
*I have been exercising a lot and have managed to lose a few pounds. I am feeling stronger and more energetic. Plus, that way I don't have to give up chocolate and wine. I already exercised hard about 3 days a week, before this new plan of mine. Now I am up to 6.
*I am going to shriek at the next child who asks me an inane question. Children should be silent. I feel strongly about this. Perhaps I am in the wrong line of work.
*Tonight I am going out to Mother's for dinner. That way I don't have to cook or clean. This brings me joy.
*One of our neighbors is sawing off the head of a deer on his front lawn. My children just went merrily running across the street to bear witness to the carnage. Ah, life in Idaho! Too bad you're not here, Johanna. Maybe he'd let you clean the gun.
4 comments:
Hi friend.
I knew about the difference in Gorgonzola and Feta. I mean really.
I love cheese.
Good for you on the exercising. 6 days a week? You're crazy. But. good.for.you.
Your painter must be friends with my patio builder. I know he's busy, but why does every other project on his list have to happen first? He keeps promising to come do it, and I keep saying "That's okay - just come when you can..." Stupid me. I really should just holler at him and see if that works. I really want my patio. Of course, it's too cold now to enjoy it.
Oh this is just too delicious to pass up!
We have deer here, but they rarely visit the yard and honestly, I am not so sure they would stick around long enough to have their head sawed off! (hee-hee-hee)
One of my "boys", when his parents first let him stay over with me, we spent the day butchering an animal one of my friends got. (This is what happens when you grow up on a farm and your friends are all from the city but hunt - I get to do all of the butchering!) The kid loved it and we invited his parents over for a big dinner of elk (not like your elk in America though).
I have to admit I am a little cheese challenged. I like Dutch cheeses (edam, gouda, oh and smoked gouda!), Germany's munster is delightful, Denmark's havarti, Italy's Mozzarella of course!, Norway's Jarlsberg is the best Swiss cheese ever! Er, that maybe treasonious here, but most other cheeses are yuck! Hard to get in Europe, except on the military bases (when I can get on one in Germany) - Tillimook Cheddar - I try to get a case a year for the rats to chew on. (Rats = kids - they chew on everything!)
Outside of Kelly, only two other blogs have caught my eye; a blog by an American lady whom is horribly rude but often has something very funny to post - really hit or miss! and a pastor whom has some of the most interesting articles about the state of Christianity and food for thought. He is starting to sound more like a Zwingli-ist than me! (Zwingli was a Swiss reformer before Calvin. Although I may be the sole Swiss representive for the Hutterites, I find much of Zwingli's theology very compatible with my Bible.)
Oh KJP... I have to tell you - I grew up just up the road from Tillamook! My highschool played against them - and guess what their mascot was?
The Cheesemakers.
I've been to the factory several times.
Tillamook smells terribly like cow poop.
But they do make good cheese.
What?
Did you go hunting or something?
Update already!
What kind of blogger are you?
(missing you.)
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