Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Aye Eye I


Aye, laddie, does bring me back to the old country.

The start of our little hike yesterday was pure brilliance and warmth.

Halfway to our destination, we all remembered why we had our jackets.

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Was disgusted one-too-many times by the moss and ooze seeping from the run-off down the back 40. The back stairs were covered with it. The curb out front seemed to be blanketed with a primordial ooze. It looked, as Eldest pointed out, like a combination turkey poop/snot/puke. [You're welcome!]

I spent quite a bit of time scrubbing and hosing it off. A bit must have gotten into my left eye. Made worse only by the knowledge that I know what that stuff is.

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Anonymity emboldens some like alcohol emboldens others. "But wait," you say, "aren't you writing with the cloak of invisibility yourself?" To a degree, of course, I am. I have not hidden my blog from people I know. I don't put my full name out there or my children's real names for precisely the reasons I related recently in writing about someone creating a Facebook fan page for the middle school. It's just not prudent to do so. And I've always used an internal litmus test on what to share and what not to share. But the words I put to "screen" are words I would be willing to say aloud to anyone.
  • To that Realtor (TM) who encouraged lying
  • To anyone employed by Blue Shield Motherfuckers of California
  • To the others present at the PTA meetings
  • To the second grade teachers who talk about "ancestors" coming to America
  • To David Hasselhoff, even
If when you're reading a post of mine and you disagree, step up, own your words, call me on the carpet, but don't lie and don't bully me and don't you dare try to pretend you aren't who you are.

This is me. I am this person you read. I may be an elitist, a racist, a satirist, and a foul-mouthed bitch. But I am also honest.

This is me. This is my blog. Who the hell are you?


cjm said...

I have no exciting comment. Just like the pics in this post and the new one up top of the kids. That is all. :)

This Eclectic Life said...

Umm... gee! Who the heck am I? That depends on what particular day. Love the pictures ... and your rant. Sorry about your aye ...er, I... er, eye though. Ick.

Tara R. said...

I think we are better able to be honest in our blogs sometimes than IRL. But, I'm like you, I don't put anything in writing I wouldn't say, or have said, to someone in person.

mayberry said...

ooh, the Hoff. You are a brave one.

Coal Miner's Granddaughter said...

I am a schmuck.

Yup. Def. ;)

CrAzY Working Mom said...

I agree with Tara. Say it truthfully, in real life or in writing. Some folks have an easier time one way over the other, but doing so anonymously is just chicken shit, PERIOD!!!

All anonymous comments are deleted from my blog. If you don't have the balls to tell me who you are, your voice will NOT be heard. Bwock, Bwock, Bwock...*flaps wings*


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