Me and my big dumb mouth
Last night I had a lovely Sunday dinner with some of the other YSAs (or "Young Single Adults," as our Church likes to call us, which is a nicer name than "That Rabble Who Can't Get Married"). One of the guys mentioned that he'd recently started reading the Times & Seasons website, and that he was really getting into the whole blogging thing.
This is where, without thinking, I piped in with, "Hey, me too! I even have a blog of my own and it's funny!"
Whoops.
Him: "Really? I'd like to see it! What's the address?"
Me: "Ahhh . . . I don't remember. And maybe I don't actually have one, now that I think about it."
Him: "Come on, I'd be interested to see it."
Me: "Ennnnhhh . . . Nnnrrg . . . . tssssss . . . . "
Okay, see, it is one thing for people who already know me pretty well to get on here. They can filter through the hyperbole and the neuroses. And it's another thing for strangers to get on here. They don't know me at all. And it's okay for people who maybe know me a tiny bit to be referred by someone else, because then it's like I've already been given an "It's okay, she's not crazy or anything" stamp.
It's quite another thing for someone I've just barely met, who is connected to a group I'm just barely getting to know, and with whom I would like to be friends, to get on here and read about how I don't bathe and how I think my ovaries are possibly drying out and how these English kids keep dragging me to bars. (Although, now that I think of it, I probably mentioned the part about the bathing and the ovaries at Sunday dinner. Or not. I was crazy drunk at the time, so I don't remember.)
Of course, this could be a good thing. We could end up with lots of fun new British friends on here, and it could be this great International Place of Anglo/American Friendship. Or they could get on here and think I'm making fun of them, and get mad and never invite me to anything ever again, and I will die alone on the moors. Or they could get on here and then I wouldn't be able to tell you things that I normally would, like about how everyone is really huggy out here, and that [deleted for protection of idiot writer]
Anyway, if this guy wants to find me, he probably could. I just found myself in two clicks from the Times & Seasons homepage. Tonight we're all going out to dinner, so if he asks for the address again I may just have to give it to him. It's hard to say no to men who ask for things in British accents. I'll be sure to post something like "The Redcoats are Coming!" just so everyone knows. (No offense intended, of course, to our resident Redcoat, the lovely and talented Julie!)
Also I'll have to delete the part about the hedgerows.
I'm Steph, a librarian and mom of 3 (not sure how that happened). Let's chat books, food, Sumptuous Literary Adaptations, poop, knitting and maybe some crazy Mormon Feminism.
19 comments:
Sorry for the confusion. Julie the landlady is not a blogger, but Julie the Nurse (who I've never met in real life) is.
And it turns out that nobody else sings about men with guns in the "Mr. Moon" song. Why do we???
Hedgerows!!! Why don't we have hedgerows here in SLC - I'd probably snog a lot more if we had hedgerows!!!
The moon was so bright last night, I thought I had left my nightlight on...not that I have a nightlight...I am a fully grown adult...okay, I am afraid of the dark, I admit it.
I am ready for the Redcoats!!! Bring 'em on! I don't think we should stress about them not getting the humor or being offended - I mean, these are the people who blessed us with Monty Python - that is enough for me to become British right there.
And if you are crazy, I'd hate to see what that makes me.
I have two night lights. So no shame. Also, it is bright as noonday outside my apartment window because of all of the freakin' security lights.
Nemesis--Could you please do something about the lack of hedgerows in Indiana?
Hmm, sounds like some good hugging action going on over there, I'm so very glad to hear it! ;)
I can see where you feel weird letting someone you sorta know read your blog. I feel much the same way. I let three of my RL friends know about my blog and then a ton of total strangers. That's it. At least for now. I plan to have a "real me" blog at some point, but I can safely post my uncivilized and/or raw feelings/experiences as Jessica Benet....
The moon was huge this weekend! It reminded me of Moonlighting--I mean Moonstruck. The one with Cher.
Here's hoping you continue to have so many fun British experiences. :)
Well, lets get one thing straight, I wouldn't be offended and am of course honoured to be a resident redcoat, not sure about being talented but thanks anyway. You raise a point which I have also been considering which is; do I want people who know me at work or socially knowing that I do this. Also as I set out to right about work quite a bit, will I be found out soon enough anyway. It certainly affects how I write what I write, this may of course be a good thing.
I am so glad Nemesis that you are making friends over here but maybe we as regular readers of your blog need you to remain anonymous so we can fully enjoy your adventures.
sorry typo; right should be write
Your going to have to lay off the booz my friend--especially during a full moon!
Be grateful you are only getting nice hugs. At least they haven't started the kissing on both cheeks everytime you come and go. Or, another one, holding hands. Girls in Croatia love that for some reason and it creeps you out!
Just a thought if your new friends get a hold of your blog: Create a seperate one and give us all some kind of "nemesis" code that indicates go to this page to view the really juicy stuff you don't want anyone else to read or know about!
Ohhhh . . . tricky one, foodie! It could be like The Hidden Web!
Must think more on this.
Like, you doubt that I would have to or you doubt that I would?
Note: hedgerows are good for snogging and all, but they do have their down sides. You can starve in them. So I say no hedgerows in the U.S., and we need to find other places to snog.
Nem, if you decide to do the secret blog, let me know how you do it, and I'll do it too so I don't have to keep emailing you the good stuff. That's so passe.
I like the kiss on the cheeks thing - when I came back from my mission in France,I missed it so much!! I got to like the bisous (kisses on the cheeks) more than hugs.
Blogging seems so ideal at first because of the anonymous quality but then you realize that you are just as constricted by the blog as you are in real life - most of the people who read my blog are, to my knowladge, people who know me quite well so I can't just rant about whatever I want for fear of offending...but still, what a great outlet - fear not, Nemesis. You are a great writer and I am sure your friends over there will love your blog!
My little Blog has been discovered by my daughter! Talk about cramping my style. I have sworn her to secrecy and all but still...
I was in Japan on a mission. The SYA's who were dating might hold on to two ends of a hankerchief to be led through a crowd. Heaven forbid they touch each other's palms before marriage.
One day sitting in Sacrament my Japanese Sensei (and neighbor of my pre mission Hawaiian boyfriend) shows up, calls me to the aisle, puts a lei around my neck, gives me one of those Hawaiin hug and cheek kiss things.
There was gasping and I am quite sure fainting by Japanese church leaders, and yes I did get a call from the mission president.
I say enjoy the culture and the hedgerows!
Snarky MorMom and total stranger
If the girls over there are as cute and "generous" as the guys, maybe I should consider England as the site of my post-bac, pre-grad year.
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The way I see it, bathing or no, the blog shows your attributes off quite nicely. I wouldn't worry.
Besides, most people never bother looking anyway. And those who do drop out after awhile.
For some reason, real life friends and blog life friends intersect in peculiar ways--ways that leave most people in one camp or another.
Or maybe it's just a matter of who appreciates good writing and who doesn't.
Who can say?
I think the British Boys will love your post...they'll be totally up with the "snarky goodness" ...and beg you to show them your favorite hedgerow. ;)
As one of the 'British Boys' I can confirm that we like the blog.
Sorry it took so long, but now everyone's going to get a response just so y'all know how much I value the comments. If you already DID receive a response, though, that's it for you.
Redlaw and Miss Hass, I'll try to smuggle back some seedlings for you!
Jessica--I hear you on the "who do I let in on this" quandary. I figure it's possible for pretty much anyone to end up on here, so I try to keep that in mind. Still, that makes it less fun sometimes . . .
Julie, I'm afraid it's too late. The redcoats, they are coming. I'll do my best, though!
Mormom--hee hee on your daughter finding her blog. I hope she appreciates that her mom is hilarious!
And hey, the more the merrier, limon! This place is great.
Excellent words, th. And thanks again for the fulsome compliments!
Panini--you're too funny. And hedgerow adventures of your own that I should know about?
Thank you, j alfred! You are welcome any time. :-)
And just as a p.s., did you know that it's possible for some people to find ways to read stuff about hedgerows that you already deleted??
Yeah. I was not so much aware that people could do that. My dad will say that's what I get for putting stupid stuff on the Internet in the first place.
You were a stranger when I stumbled on your blog, and I think you're great fun. Of course I'm not dragging you to pubs, so you know, your call. :)
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