I think about blogging A LOT. Some would say I'm obsessive, but then again I'm obsessive about a lot of things, it's just in my gene pool; you should meet my dad. I love blogging but sometimes I think about it a little too much. So when blogger went on the fritz Thursday and Friday, at first I was a little miffed, and then after about 3 hours I was relieved. Sort of like I had been let off the hook for a bit. Like when the power goes out at your job and at first you're irritated because it's going to mess with your deadline, and then after a while the boss let's you go and you're like "Yahoo, that was a blessing in disguise!"? Sort of like that...and man was I productive. I actually folded laundry , went to the gym sans phone and fed the kids something other than goldfish to stave off starvation (kidding!).
It was a bit funny seeing people freak out so much on Twitter. It's like some didn't know what to do, so they started Pinning, posting pictures to Facebook, working on their Tumblr more. For a time Twitter even went over capacity and it's like the world was coming to an end. Now I know that there's plenty of people that make their livelihood off their blog and so for that it did suck, but for the rest of us that just do this as a hobby, our worlds could still do go on, quite nicely actually.
When I saw a tweet from someone jubilantly claiming that "Blogger's back up, I can get into my blog, thank GOD!" I just thought to myself, already? Damn, I was sort of getting used to this mini vacation. What were your thoughts on the blogger fail? But all joking aside, it's fun to be back up and running and chatting. :) Thanks for reading by the way!
In other news, I dressed my 6 year old daughter up like a bit of a tart Friday for picture day at her ballet studio, complete with foundation and eyeliner. Next I'll be
giving her botox injections and waxing unsightly body hair. Such is the life of a stage mother I guess.
Really though, I'm going to have to rethink this whole ballet recital thing for the makeup requirements alone. It felt oh so wrong telling my daughter to hold still while mommy applies some mascara. To make matters worse, I noticed afterward that they applied even more red lipstick to her lips after she was ushered into the studio, I guess to better define them? No words people, no words.
