I've spent the past hour reading blogs of a dozen or so people I knew from childhood but haven't seen in at least a decade, if not longer. I've been reading the endless littany of updates on the kiddos and the sweet adoring words for the spouses. All on perfectly adorable blogger backgrounds that look like scrapbook pages. (Note: at this point, I sound sarcastic. I am not - this is one of those places where inserting a tone of voice would clarify the words. You just have to trust me on this).
I returned to my own blog, with a slimy green background (like pond scum!), where the only photo in recent memory is of Woodstock's hand petting a sheep's nose. And while there are posts dedicated to Himself's sweetness (did I just use those two words together?!), there are a lot more posts where I am just kvetching (I often long for a Yiddish grandmother, if for nothing more than the food and the fabulous vocabulary).
It is now clear there are two types of bloggers:
Those penning sweet love songs, surrounded by adorable kiddos, angelic choirs and flower petals(99.99%)
-AND-
Those kvetching about sheep's snot in pond scum (0.01%)
I'm just saying ... fitting in isn't exactly my thing.
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