If you read my post from yesterday, you know my plan was thwarted due to Mr. Man informing me that ‘no cameras were allowed‘. Well, even though Mr. Man literally sits at the little round table in front of me (no, I’m not kidding), I am not going to be deterred. I will write a post about my bestest blogging buddies.
Mr. Man, you will not sidetrack me. Though you sit across from me, and you are probably trying to hack into my laptop, ensuring all camera programs are disconnected and all picture files are deleted, I will still write. You cannot keep me silent.
You may have the ability to place a lens cap on my photos, but you cannot put a lens cap on my voice. Oh no, Mr. Man, I still have my voice. And today – today I am going to use my voice. Watch me, Mr. Man. Watch me, and listen to me. Oh, and smile for the camera. *click*
Being a hypochondriac, I worried I was experiencing symptoms of a stroke. Being an ice cream-aholic, I wanted to find solace in Ben & Jerry. Though really, I want to do that every night.
I called my neighbor, who likes to get nervous, too. Fortunately, when I am nervous – she calms me. When she gets nervous, I calm her. We’re good and supportive like that. Plus, I know if I were to die, she’d miss me. She wouldn’t miss my cooking – because I don’t cook. But she’d miss me.
After my neighbor talked me through the hypochondriac-panic, I sat on the couch and tried to rest. While resting, I wondered. Interestingly enough, I wondered about my blogging buddies. What if I were to die – would my blogging buddies miss me? Would they notice my absence from the blogopshere? Would the Good Greatsby finally declare his crush on me?
One of my blogging buddies is notably absent from the blogosphere. Thankfully, I correspond with this blogging buddy outside of the blogosphere, so I know why she is absent, and I know she is still ‘alive and well’. But what about the other blogging buddies? What would happen if they suddenly up and left the blogosphere – by choice, by alien abduction or by the grim reaper?
Is it odd for me to say I’d miss my blogging buddies? Is it odd to say I feel a connection to my blogging buddies? Is it odd to say I have the best blogging buddies, ever? Because all of it is true. I would miss my blogging budies. I do feel a connection to my blogging buddies (though I only stalk Kim the G is silent…well, that’s the only one I will admit to stalking). I do believe I have the best blogging buddies ever.
I love reading the writings of my usual suspects. Furthermore, I love the comments that follow the posts. I enjoy reading the comments of my friends, because we all seem to follow the same posts. (Is it too early in the relationship to call you, my blogging buddies, friends? Is it too weird to refer to this as a relationship?)
It’s as if we have our own little blogging clique. The same folks appear again and again, day after day – leaving their greetings and thoughts behind, letting you know they stopped by for a visit. When a day or two goes by and they don’t pay a visit, I can’t help but wonder, “Where are they?”
Did Hammond River get herded by the cats instead of visa versa? Was Mostly Bright Ideas carried off by bugs? And what about that Maineiac? Is she stuck in hell (also known as the beach)? Is Georgette stuck in the attic, trapped under a pile of letters and pictures that chronicle the incredible life of her family? Did K8edid’s formula prove accurate to the point that she was unable to finish creating new WordPress buttons? And Angel… what about Angel? Are the snakes circling around her and the chickens? She has a bun in the oven, you know.
The above includes just a few of my blogging buddies. I
stalk have tons of blogging buddies. Tons. Oma and I are close. I mean, he has an ‘O’ in his name, and I have an ‘O’ in my name. (I know! Craziness!) And, SIG? Man, SIG is like the 2nd brother-once-removed that I never had. Then there is Judith, my coffee house friend, who lives oceans away. And, my life coach is MJ. (I think MJ considers me a rock star, because she provides advice and coaches me for free. You can ask her to coach you, but it may cost you.)
One more thing about my blogging buddies. Sometimes, my blogging buddies show their babbling skills. Because I excel at babbling, I know what it means to babble well. I tip my hat to Absurd Old Bird, who can babble like the best of us. The best part? She calls it witter, more specifically – wittering. I like that – witter.
Meanwhile, and totally unrelated, Young American is killing me with her Buffy animated picture. Because of Young American, I’ve added Buffy the Vampire Slayer to my Netflix queue. No, I’ve never seen the television series; but, thanks to one of my bestest blogging buddies – I will now.
Oh, and no worries about my stroke – or lack thereof. I think the tunnel vision was due to lack of food and hormones. Mother Nature is a beast some times. (I say sweetly.)
To my blogging buddy who is notably absent … Ms. Mind Shack. You are in my thoughts today – Friday. And, you are missed.
Be kind, take care of yourself and each other, and check out my Blogroll.