Can I Blog About This?

As was abundantly clear from Monday’s post, I am beginning to run out of things to blog about. Even if I DO find something to write about, it’s usually pretty boring. I mean, yes, our weekend was pretty crappy. But nobody aside from us and perhaps Shayla would care. Yet here I am feeling some ridiculous need to tell the entire blogging world about my sick husband and child and a missed opportunity to drink Salty Dogs with the girl who once shared my love of all things Zenon: Girl of the 21st Century.

So needless to say, if something comes along that I think may make for a blog topic that people will actually give two hoots about, I want to remember it. But here’s the deal: apparently not everyone wants you to blog about the mundane details of their lives. Apparently it’s bad form to just write about the funny things people did. So I have gotten into a new habit of being sure that I ask first before sitting down and typing all about my friends and family.

For instance, on Sunday night we went over to dinner at my parent’s house. My sister and her husband (and Jack’s identical cousin) were there. My dad made a comment about Browyn (that’s my sister, keep up here people!) feeding her son. Then I said something about when I was nursing Jack. He replied, “Yeah, didn’t you do that for like a week?” Well, you all know what a touchy subject it is with me that I couldn’t nurse longer. So this little joke was not very funny to me. My response, “I’m going to murder you.” TO MY FATHER!!! I told him I was going to murder him. WHAT.THE.HECK?!?!?! These violent things MUST stop coming out of my mouth. Anyway, the point is that my sister said, “This is exactly what you were talking about on your blog! (<—click) You’re supposed to say, ‘Do you want fries with that?’” I looked at her puzzled and said, “What? No. That’s not my new phrase. I joked that I’d have to say that because I was going to get fired from my job.” It was like a light bulb went off. Her eyes got wide and she replied, “Oh!!! That makes so much more sense! I was wondering…here I was thinking you had to go around saying, “Do you want fries with that?” all the time to break yourself of that habit.” We all had a good laugh and I immediately thought, “Hmm…all my readers (all 3 of them) would think it was funny that a) I said an offending phrase again and b) that Browyn didn’t realize that my fries line was a joke. I immediately asked, “Can I blog about this?”

Later on that night, we were talking about the 30 Day Shred. My sister brought her copy from Omaha and my mom asked if she could borrow it. Browyn said yes and mom immediately informed us that “someone will have to teach me how to use the VCR.” I said, “VCR? Is it a VHS?” Mom said, “No no. Not the VCR. The CD player. So I can do the DVD.” Typing it out now I realize it’s not as funny as it was in real life. But that’s not the point. The point was that the next thing out of my mouth (thank goodness it wasn’t something violent) was, “Can I blog about this?”

Throughout the evening, things kept happening that I thought would just be hilarious blog reading. I kept asking, “Can I blog about this?” See, it’s polite to ask before blogging about other people. You should always ask first. I suppose the next step would be respecting their answer.