Friday, May 17, 2013

You Are Not My Friend Redux

When I started writing this blog I had a hard time coming up with material to write about that wasn't embarrassing or too personal.  I knew that my mother, pastor, and quite possibly old boyfriends would be reading. I didn't want to give too much of myself away.

I got over that quickly, as it turns out that I don't really have too much to say that isn't personal or embarrassing.  My need to write edged out any shame I might have from my propensity to reveal TMI.

Plus, it's refreshing to air out your thoughts to people like strangers and nosy acquaintances who will never admit to you that they read your blog like they're reading your diary.  And I realized that not many people read it anyway.  Some people just aren't into blog reading.

Snobs.


Anyway, I amuse myself, and during one little flurry of self-entertainment made up this joke that I brought out a few times in mixed company.  It's awkward and no one but me liked it or got it, so I put it out on the blog to get it some love.


So far, it's gotten like seven hits.  From me, probably.

But I am approaching a pretty big milestone birthday this weekend, and this famous joke that I introduced three years ago is appropriately timed.

Evidently three years ago I was worried about this particular birthday, and now that it's here, I'm more intrigued that I am turning this age rather than dreading it.  I keep expecting to turn into one of those women who they feature in magazines with the headline Fabulous At Any Age!

A lot of time is spent in my own little fantasy world, I guess.


So here it is.  If you want to see it in all its glory, you can go back to the original post.  But why would you?  It's right here:



I went to the gym two days in a row this week, after taking the summer off to goof around at home all day. Now I am stiff and sore and I feel Old. And then this just happened:
At the door: Knock, knock.
Me: Who’s there? 
At the door: Forty. 
Me: GO AWAY


Funny, right?

9 comments:

  1. I loved turning 40. I through myself a party ... I even invited people to join me!

    I get your feeling about releasing TMI. But, much like you, I write about all those embarrassing things because they make much better copy than my normal life, which is mainly un-blog-worthy. Also, I agree that most of the time it feels like no one is reading our blogs anyway!

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    1. Sounds fantastic! My husband and I talked about throwing ourselves a party this year. Why not?

      And yes, I agree, the more embarrassing the more blog-worthy. No one wants to hear about how I ate yogurt for breakfast and then paid bills and found a killer deal on hamburger at Walmart today.

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  2. I like reading your diary and you will be a fabulous 40 :-)

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  3. I like reading your diary and you will be a fabulous 40 :-)

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  4. I think your blog/diary is awesome. I would read about your yogurt-bills-hamburger day. :)

    Forty was not that big a deal - in fact, I kind of enjoyed it. And hey, I hear forty is the new twenty.

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    1. Thank you! I think 40 is not so bad. Most of my friends are over 40 (some over 50) and they all are fabulous!

      Huh. Maybe I will write about a real day sometime. I will have to make sure it's a day that I have lots planned so I don't look like a slacker.

      Well, more of one, anyway. :)

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  5. The joke is pretty bad, but this right here

    I keep expecting to turn into one of those women who they feature in magazines with the headline Fabulous At Any Age!

    A lot of time is spent in my own little fantasy world, I guess.

    is why I find you hilarious. :-)

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    1. Yeah, I'm no joke writer. Which is why my resume to Saturday Night Live keeps getting rejected. Thank you though! xoxo

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