Whatever happened to just picking your kids up from
Enter ex-Dallas cowboy cheerleader this fact has no bearing on the story, but is just sort of interesting in a way... I mean, she is in her forties and it is the very first thing I learned about her.
And current mother of fellow students and sort of new friend to a friend of mine, a friend, I might add, that just might be getting her ass kicked tomorrow morning over a Decaf Venti Sugar Free Vanilla Skim Latte.
And since we're all just being chummy and getting to know each other in the painful and rather brightly sincere way that women have with each other, we are talking about what we do...
So, I say, "Nothing. I don't do much of anything." as this is what I say when: A) I don't want to talk about myself because, B) I don't care enough about the person with whom I am talking to invest much in the conversation.
I know. Hostile!
But, my girlfriend pipes up with, "You do SO much! AND, she writes this really great blog!"
Blog? Que, "blog"?
You can see the wheels spinning in her pretty blonde head.
OMG! Are you a MOMMY BLOGGER?
And really, I don't know... am I?
Yes, I am a mom.
Yes, I blog.
But, does the term "mommy blogger" mean I only blog about my kids and lead in toys?
I realize that this subject has been done to death amongst the Interwebs, but for whatever reason, probably because I am shallow, I have yet to give it much thought.
"Mommy Blogger" sounds sort of painful... like detailed accounts of weaning and sentences that are along the lines of, "Lindsey-Britney just loves her blankie from Nana!" Not there is anything wrong with Lindsey-Britney or her blanket or her Nana, and truth be told, my last post was simply about my daughter needing to go #2... so, yes, on that level I am what I have always thought a Mommy Blogger should and would be.
But, then again I have posted about my insecurities, my extraordinary ability to make an ass out of myself, people who hate me and why I am all for gay marriage. Do these topics make me more or less a mommy blogger?
Why do those 2 words make me feel defensive?
I want to say, "I am a mommy blogger and I am pretty damn interesting at times and other times I am very very dull so I take the easy way out and post photos of my cute children."
But, I don't.
Instead I tell this Amazonian ex-cheerleader of a woman that, "Yes, I guess you could call me that."
And you know what?
Bitch didn't even ask for my URL.
So, how about you? How do you define your blogging existence?
also, maybe time to learn the art of the self portrait, no?