Friday, 20 January 2012

Catch a Trout

By which I meant, carpe diem. I swear it's not "baby brain", a concept I find offensive, but being distracted. Which, technically, along with fatigue and constant fefedback from the body, is probably what consitutes "baby brain" anyway.

  BUT!  You can see I have sorted out the computer issue and so am ready to get back in the blogging saddle, and hopefully make it a habit before I have this baby in, oh, about 5 weeks, give or take. ACK!  Almost every day I think of something I would like to blog about, and every day I get distracted by something else, or decide it's just not a good time, or sadly, just head to bed at 8 pm. I'm getting a lot of sleep these days. (I read somewhere that  at this point in pregnancy a woman should be getting ten hours plus a nap. HOLLA! Good thing my last contract ended so I can concentrate on sleeping. It's such a strange change in lifestyle for me but my body really does just shut down at a certain point so it's not like I can argue.)

  BUT! I am in the process of ripping an audiobook before I return it to the library (apparently it has a hold on it so I can't even renew it), plus keeping myself occupied while I go through the 14 discs. So I hung up the awesome wall-hanging that my mother made for the baby's room, I tidied my own craft room a smidge, I've checked my email and facebook (don't even get me started on facebook) and lo, now I blog.  So productive, computerly.  I'm not going to stress today about what excatly I blog about, because I am just happy to be blogging at all, so I'm just going to ramble.

  Re: blogging. I just can't seem to give up the idea of a blog eventhough this could end up being borderline mommy-blog-ish. Cos we need another of those. Sheesh. On the plus side, I don't believe anyone is actually going to follow this with any regularity so it is just for my benefit really.  I do plan to balance the baby stuff with other stuff (ie movies I've seen, books I've read, friends I seem to never get to see...) but even if I mess it up, I don't want to write it off.  You see, I know some people who keep blogs. I know, a total surprise.  No, but the thing is, their blogs are just an extension of how they use facebook (don't get me started, I said...) which is to say, as a place to brag about how great all the things in their life are. Now when some people do this, you cheer for them and are glad to see them succeed. But when other people do it, it's by a way that clearly implies "and you don't". So they got a great new job, and you didn't. They have a great partner...and yours is okay if that's what you want to settle for.  You see? And sure, I am being a little hypersensitive here, and yeah yeah, to each their own, but I just want to get the idea across that there are good ways and bad ways to write about yourself and the goings on in your life.  And I'm not promising that I'll succeed in not being the terribly hypocritical, bragging type, just saying that since I can't seem to avoid these blogs, they make me want to try my hand at blogging cos why not? If they deserve to be heard (assuming they are being heard and not just blogging into the internesphere) then surely it can't be wrong for me to want to be heard? Sympton of our society.

  Plus, doesn't everyone have that moment of wishing they could stand up and perform one of their poems/favourite songs/own songs at their local pub's open mic night? Because secretly, you feel that your stuff is actually really good and would totally knock people's socks off?  (I always imagine I will sing a slow sad song like Peter Gabriel's "Washing of the Water" and people will quietly weep, it's so touching. HA!)  This is the same thing, people. But in this case I don't have to know what people think of it, unless they comment, which is cool, I can always ignore it. Or take them up on it, which would be refreshing because so often people aren't taken to task about something they did or said, when they really should be. We're all just a bunch of scaredy cats.

  Did this end up manifesto-y? Cool.