You know you're a blogger when…
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You know you're a blogger when you see "Mo Stoneskin" but then turn it into "Mo's Tone Skin" and "Most Ones Kin" and "Kinsmen Soot" and "No Tokenisms" and "Nest Kimonos" and "Mike's on Snot" and "No Monks Site" (Thanks WordSmith).
You know you're a blogger when you pull out your cell phone camera when you see boots sitting under a mailbox on your way to work Monday morning, because, well, why the HELL wouldn't you? Those were some serious boots, too.
You know you're a blogger when you blog about someone else blogging about something they found on line. In Monday's "Quick Hit" section I mentioned (NSFW) THIS POST by Laura @ Are We Nearly There Yet Mummy, that linked to THIS PICTURE. Please note what the little girl is doing, and what she's equipped with.
You will feel so, so much better about yourself and your family it will be like a baptismal cleansing. All the horrible, scarring things you think you may have done to your children? Washed clean. You will feel like the parent of the year.
I don't even have kids, and this makes me feel like a good parent.
I'm just saying. (A line I totally stole from Sass).
(Based on the comments the other day, some of you have already clicked through, but I know some people use Reader, so they don't see that section of the blog often, so I needed to rerun this.)
You know you're a blogger when you have good friends, who you laugh with most every day, but you don't know their real names, what they look like, where they live, or what they do for a living.
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So, when did it dawn on you that you were actually a blogger, not just pretending?
20 comments:
Do you live in a neighborhood of STRIPPERS, Scope?! What's with all the clothing scattered all over the sidewalks all the time?! ;-)
As for when I realized I was a blogger and not just playing around on a blog, I think it was probably in October when I took my kid to Disneyland.
I did a post mentioning we were going and all these bloggy strangers got sooooooo excited for us and begged for pictures... and I was stunned that strangers would even care about that. It was then that I realize they weren't strangers, they were friends.
On the trip, I wondered often what bloggy news I was missing out on, and I was already plotting which pictures to post when I got back, and I even CHASED the Jack Sparrow actor ALL OVER THE PARK trying to get him to pose for a picture with me for my blog (he wouldn't pose for pictures, as I found out later, because he'd been forbidden to by Mickey because whenever he did, women went CRAZY and tried to kiss him and lifted up the shirts at him and things like that... so, yeeaaaah, I can see now why he RAN away from me. Hee hee).
Then when I returned, I stayed up all night reading all the bloggy news I'd missed out on. And when I posted pictures of our trip, bloggy friends were so excited and happy about it.
THAt is when I realized I was a blogger not just a dork with a blog.
Mo, sorry I forgot to link to your absolutely fabulous blog. HERE it is for anybody who doesn't have it.
Those boots are pretty fancy lookin under that mailbox!!
For me it was when I came downstairs to find the 3 year old had emptied a bag of dog food all over the kitchen and before I told him off and started clearing away I HAD to take a picture first ... for the blog (http://tinyurl.com/d749bd).
Thanks for the mention, although I wish it culd be for soemthing more wholesome!
I'm a blogger?? Hey cool !!
Guess those boots WEREN'T made for walking, eh? ;-)
Good luck with the conference. Blah.
Maybe a bum put em there so they wouldn't get wet?
That last one is so true it hurts just a little bit.
I knew I was a blogger when I started thinking "Hey, that would make good blogging material" about things occuring in my real life. Like everything has now become fodder for blogger.
Well I do have toned skin so I guess it makes perfect sense. Even a non blogger would read that...
Mo's Toned Skin has got me all a'flutter.
And I so appreciate you giving me some props for something besides shockers and taints.
I mean really...there's a lot more to the Sass than disgusting nether-region references.
I'm just sayin'.
Did anybody check the mailbox to see if the boot wearer was sucked into it like into another dimension?
Or am I the only one out here that worries about such things?
I knew I was a blogger when...
...I mastered the discrete camera phone pictures in public.
...Some things didn't work out and I didn't care because I thought to myself, "well, at least it makes good blog material."
Well, I know the second one, and the last one very well... but not just because I blog, but because all my friends live in my computer. ^.^
Hahaha, you DO live in Strippertown USA.
Thanks for the shout-out, it was hilarious!
I'm still pretending!
The servers hosting the family pictures must've crashed with everyone going to the site...the picture is gone. lol!
I realized I was a blogger when I began to think, "Is this bloggable?" whenever something happened in my RL.
Stripper boots?
Clothes strewn around the streets?
Stripper sucked into a mail box and descending into another dimension?
I am a blogger and I smell inspiration for a post...
I think the same as wigsf up there... life = blog fodder.
Or when I get annoyed that I can't write about certain things for privacy reasons. "But... the blogosphere would be entertained!!!"
Oh yeah and I knew I'd been blogging too much when some of y'all started showing up in my dreams. Nothing fancy, just a cameo or two.
I knew I was a blogger when I read this post.
And you're wrong...I totally know what you look like, where you live, and your real name...SO THERE!
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