If you've hung out here for any length of time, you know that I write humor. This post isn't going to be any different.
I could tell you about all the truly amazing things that have come from blogging. I could. I could tell you about meeting some of the coolest people in the entire world or about finally having friends that don't think I'm odd for writing stuff down on napkins. I could tell you about having a place to air the grievances, about the therapeutic effect of writing. I could tell you about how goddamn fun it is. I could tell you about how my daughter wants to be a writer like her mom.
That's not what this post is about, though I guess I already told you some of the warm fuzzies.
This is about the bizarre ways that blogging has affected my family and friends.
My son knows that if I threaten to write about him, I'll make good on that promise. It works wonders in the behavior modification department.
I didn't swear hardly at all here until after my Dad died, because he read everything I wrote. Also why I didn't write about boobs or hoohas in the beginning. I could just see him hanging his head at the computer.
My father in law knows that I'm going to write about the crazy things he does. Instead of trying to suppress what he says or does in an attempt to keep it off the internet, he runs home and checks the blog to see if the story is up yet.
My kids all know that on any given day, mom could be crying or laughing her ass off at the computer. They also know that she will share most of the inappropriate stuff with them.
My youngest daughter has told many people that I am in charge of the internet. Many, many, many people.
My husband understands the need to moderate comments at midnight.
My friends ask me pretty frequently to address the issues they are afraid to post about on their Facebook walls. I'll be your Huckleberry.
Some people freak the fuck out when they realize I have a blog and totally alter the way they act around me. This entertains me.
A few fans send me stuff that they know I will love. Things like this.
Nickelodeon has a new show called Dog with a Blog. My daughter loves this show. My husband, after realizing that this is a real thing started laughing hysterically.
Then he looked at me, and asked me if I was friends with the dog yet.
Not yet, but I think we will be BFFs soon.
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