on blogging

Usually when I wash dishes, or sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night, I blog in my head. Usually I don't end up actually blogging those blogs--because by the time I am done doing dishes I have kids fighting over me, or when I wake up--I've forgotten what I wanted to say.

So as I was washing dishes today I was thinking about why people blog. And mostly why I blog. And it's to get random unconnected thoughts out of my head. These thoughts aren't developed enough to make a conversation--most are just statements of my opinion or a random observance--and that doesn't make much to converse about. And it's mostly like I'm talking at someone, versus talking with them. I just want them out of my head.

Some people don't get blogging. And I get that actually. But what some people don't get is that it's like having a conversation with a huge amount of people without having to wait your turn. And they don't have the pressure of agreeing, or disagreeing, or having to care at all. If it strikes them, they comment, if not, they move along to listen to someone else's random ramblings. It's perfect.

And for those of us at home--it's like being around the water cooler. A water cooler that is square with a keyboard attached--and when you are around the water cooler--you don't have to be in heels, you can be in an ugly fleece and drabby green sweat pants, with mascara smeared under your eyes from a horrible night of sleep that involved lying part of the night in your son's bed after he called to you LOUDLY at 4 AM through the doggy door that is fixed onto his bedroom door, and you rushed in to keep him quiet to ensure you wouldn't be spending the rest of the night with multiple kids in a bed. I'm sure NONE of you know what that's like.

So I have random things to say that may or may not elicit comments from any or none of you. But they will be out of my brain and I can move my thoughts onto more intellectual pursuits--like folding the laundry basket of whites--and figuring out how to read the REALLY LONG Peter Pan book and make it sound cohesive while I cut out most parts--did I mention it's REALLY LONG?

Commence unloading:

My youngest two take baths everyday. Not because I'm a clean person. Because it's an activity that buys me about 20 minutes to do something else.

To the people in power that are using the skirmish in Egypt as a reason to hike up gas prices--do you think we are stupid? You do this every time, and then reports come out later that nothing really interrupted your pipeline service or refineries. You are bastards and I hate you.

Finally went to Five Guys and ate last night. It was good. But the best was using their cool soda machine that I had only heard about on NPR. That is reason alone to go.

Finally watched Harry Potter with Hyrum last night. We were the only two in the the theater. But then a solo lady came in about 10 minutes in. Our thoughts of doing something frisky went out the door.

Speaking of frisky--did anyone else get weirded out during the movie when the horcrux necklace produced that image of a naked Harry and Hermione making out? Wah?

And during the whole movie we kept going--I want to go camping there, and there, and there. I want to pull a Danny Deckchair and fly somewhere to go camping.

Don't know what Danny Deckchair is? Rent it. It's one of my all time faves--it's a rewatcher for me.

If you need to get cupcakes for a party, and your school district doesn't let you make homemade ones--then go to Super Target. I was so excited to see cute simple cupcakes that weren't those crazy neon colors that turn your kids poop weird colors.

I just had to pay $150 to repair a $400 lens I bought two years ago. D.U.M.B. What I really want is a new lens--but that one is $1,300--that's never going to happen.

See--not really enough to start a conversation with. But I feel better.

Off to the laundry.