9 years ago, I had a momfriend over for a playdate (remember those?!?) and, while we did share stories about our kids, fueled by tall glasses of spearmint iced tea and assorted kid-friendly snacks (probably fishy crackers and gummy bears, don't judge!) my friend and I waxed poetic about the days when we both dreamed of becoming famous writers.
Okay, mostly her, because she was (and still is) a screen writer (for real) and I just liked to pretend as if I were just as…you know…writerly.
"Have you thought about writing in a weblog?"
Smiling politely, I slowly refilled her glass and effectively acknowledged the fact that I had NO IDEA what a weblog really was.
"What the frig is a weblog?"
I'm from Jersey, enough said.
Aaaaaand, the rest my friends is…as they say…hysterical. No, really. Looking back at those first few posts, I swear, it's pretty obvious that I am in no way, shape or form as writer-ly as I pretended to be.
Still, living out my life online, sharing stories that I now treasure (okay, more like cling to like a forgotten child) and the extreme privilege of getting to know and eventually meeting some of my best friends in world…priceless.
Something that, up until this very day, a lot of folks still can't seem to wrap their heads around and that's totally okay.
It's hard to explain, I guess I'm just not that writer-ly.
So, for your reading pleasure and in celebration of my 9th blogiversary, my first blog post ever with no revisions, left as is when I first wrote it, one big friggin' paragraph of misspellings and all:
9/02/2003
Every pillow in my house has been relocated to the center of my
living room. Why? The oldest of my four children, who is 9, has a
playdate and it's raining outside. Enough said?!? My daughter's little
friend is a well mannered, intellegent little girl who happens to share
in my daughter's facination for pretend. One would think that at 9,
thanks to Brittany Spears, Bratz Dolls and belly shirts, MTV would hold
their interest rather than the giant maze totally constructed of pillows
growing ever taller behind me. I mean every pillow, down to my
youngest, who is 2, crib pillow. She was not very happy at first, but
with a lot of reassurances made by her older sister, she gave up her
pink frilly pillow for a promised entrance into the once completed maze.
Everyone is in the act. My second oldest girl, who is 7, is busily
adding her inventory of pillows. My son, who is 4 and the only boy in
this house besides the two cats at the moment, has been accepted into
the fold as well, light saber in hand. Play dates are very difficult to
control in my house. With good intentions, I invite the 9 year olds,
the 7 year olds and even a 4 year old friend (my son is in desperate
need of male bonding) for some summer or after school fun. I have a 9
room house, 2 of which are bathrooms, 2 of which all 4 of my children
share as bedrooms, 1 of which is my room dedicated to stock piles of
clean and dirty laundry. This basically leaves the main part of the
house (where, by the way my desk is smack dab in the middle of) open to
attempted organize play. We bought this house because of its,
"kid-friendly" potential. Today, I find myself retreating to my
computer and reflecting on the mountain of pillows, soon to be
dissassembled if anyone even thinks about getting any supper placed in
front of them. My four year old son, who is half naked with a feather
sticking out of his head, is screaming somewhere toward the back end of
the house ("He's an indian for goodness sake!" I only asked.) My 2 year
old is happily slamming the bedroom door upstairs ("She's thunder! We
need thunder 'cause it's raining outside!" Again, I only asked). My 7
year old is bent out of shape ("They never want to play what I want to
play!" No, we cannot have Kaitlyn over this afternoon.) The 9 year
olds are running back and forth between the upstairs and the downstairs
bedrooms screaming, "Can you hear me now?" ("The commercial is totally
hysterical, Mom!" I didn't ask this time.) I look at the clock and see
that the play date has an hour and a half to go and so do I, because
thunder just pooped!
– posted by Liz @ 9/02/2003 03:38:00 PM
See, I told you. Not very writerly-ish, right? To me? PRICELESS!!!
© 2003 – 2012 This Full House
Comments
90 responses to “In Blog Years, I Should Be Friggin’ Rich!”
YOU’VE COME A LONG WAY, BABY!!!
That made me laugh for many reasons, enough said. 🙂
Congratulations on the last 9 years: here’s hoping you’ve got another 99 in you! (er, something like that.)
Love you, my sistuh from anuthuh mutha!
YOU’VE COME A LONG WAY, BABY!!!
That made me laugh for many reasons, enough said. 🙂
Congratulations on the last 9 years: here’s hoping you’ve got another 99 in you! (er, something like that.)
Love you, my sistuh from anuthuh mutha!
YOU’VE COME A LONG WAY, BABY!!!
That made me laugh for many reasons, enough said. 🙂
Congratulations on the last 9 years: here’s hoping you’ve got another 99 in you! (er, something like that.)
Love you, my sistuh from anuthuh mutha!
YOU’VE COME A LONG WAY, BABY!!!
That made me laugh for many reasons, enough said. 🙂
Congratulations on the last 9 years: here’s hoping you’ve got another 99 in you! (er, something like that.)
Love you, my sistuh from anuthuh mutha!
YOU’VE COME A LONG WAY, BABY!!!
That made me laugh for many reasons, enough said. 🙂
Congratulations on the last 9 years: here’s hoping you’ve got another 99 in you! (er, something like that.)
Love you, my sistuh from anuthuh mutha!
YOU’VE COME A LONG WAY, BABY!!!
That made me laugh for many reasons, enough said. 🙂
Congratulations on the last 9 years: here’s hoping you’ve got another 99 in you! (er, something like that.)
Love you, my sistuh from anuthuh mutha!
YOU’VE COME A LONG WAY, BABY!!!
That made me laugh for many reasons, enough said. 🙂
Congratulations on the last 9 years: here’s hoping you’ve got another 99 in you! (er, something like that.)
Love you, my sistuh from anuthuh mutha!
YOU’VE COME A LONG WAY, BABY!!!
That made me laugh for many reasons, enough said. 🙂
Congratulations on the last 9 years: here’s hoping you’ve got another 99 in you! (er, something like that.)
Love you, my sistuh from anuthuh mutha!
YOU’VE COME A LONG WAY, BABY!!!
That made me laugh for many reasons, enough said. 🙂
Congratulations on the last 9 years: here’s hoping you’ve got another 99 in you! (er, something like that.)
Love you, my sistuh from anuthuh mutha!
9 years??!! Congrats my friend, and here’s to many many more! *clink*
9 years??!! Congrats my friend, and here’s to many many more! *clink*
9 years??!! Congrats my friend, and here’s to many many more! *clink*
9 years??!! Congrats my friend, and here’s to many many more! *clink*
9 years??!! Congrats my friend, and here’s to many many more! *clink*
9 years??!! Congrats my friend, and here’s to many many more! *clink*
9 years??!! Congrats my friend, and here’s to many many more! *clink*
9 years??!! Congrats my friend, and here’s to many many more! *clink*
9 years??!! Congrats my friend, and here’s to many many more! *clink*
🙂 This was facinating.
I love that you’ve been writing online so long. It makes you EVEN SPECIALER.
🙂 This was facinating.
I love that you’ve been writing online so long. It makes you EVEN SPECIALER.
🙂 This was facinating.
I love that you’ve been writing online so long. It makes you EVEN SPECIALER.
🙂 This was facinating.
I love that you’ve been writing online so long. It makes you EVEN SPECIALER.
🙂 This was facinating.
I love that you’ve been writing online so long. It makes you EVEN SPECIALER.
🙂 This was facinating.
I love that you’ve been writing online so long. It makes you EVEN SPECIALER.
🙂 This was facinating.
I love that you’ve been writing online so long. It makes you EVEN SPECIALER.
🙂 This was facinating.
I love that you’ve been writing online so long. It makes you EVEN SPECIALER.
🙂 This was facinating.
I love that you’ve been writing online so long. It makes you EVEN SPECIALER.
You said specialer and that makes me love you even more, Tracey 🙂
You said specialer and that makes me love you even more, Tracey 🙂
You said specialer and that makes me love you even more, Tracey 🙂
You said specialer and that makes me love you even more, Tracey 🙂
You said specialer and that makes me love you even more, Tracey 🙂
You said specialer and that makes me love you even more, Tracey 🙂
You said specialer and that makes me love you even more, Tracey 🙂
You said specialer and that makes me love you even more, Tracey 🙂
You said specialer and that makes me love you even more, Tracey 🙂
I mentioned you in this post. Did you recognize yourself? <3 you my friend.
I mentioned you in this post. Did you recognize yourself? <3 you my friend.
I mentioned you in this post. Did you recognize yourself? <3 you my friend.
I mentioned you in this post. Did you recognize yourself? <3 you my friend.
I mentioned you in this post. Did you recognize yourself? <3 you my friend.
I mentioned you in this post. Did you recognize yourself? <3 you my friend.
I mentioned you in this post. Did you recognize yourself? <3 you my friend.
I mentioned you in this post. Did you recognize yourself? <3 you my friend.
I mentioned you in this post. Did you recognize yourself? <3 you my friend.
You too, Melisa and to think of all the fun we'll have in the next 99…meep, meep!
You too, Melisa and to think of all the fun we'll have in the next 99…meep, meep!
You too, Melisa and to think of all the fun we'll have in the next 99…meep, meep!
You too, Melisa and to think of all the fun we'll have in the next 99…meep, meep!
You too, Melisa and to think of all the fun we'll have in the next 99…meep, meep!
You too, Melisa and to think of all the fun we'll have in the next 99…meep, meep!
You too, Melisa and to think of all the fun we'll have in the next 99…meep, meep!
You too, Melisa and to think of all the fun we'll have in the next 99…meep, meep!
You too, Melisa and to think of all the fun we'll have in the next 99…meep, meep!
That’s a long time. Congrats on being writerly-ish for that long.
That’s a long time. Congrats on being writerly-ish for that long.
That’s a long time. Congrats on being writerly-ish for that long.
That’s a long time. Congrats on being writerly-ish for that long.
That’s a long time. Congrats on being writerly-ish for that long.
That’s a long time. Congrats on being writerly-ish for that long.
That’s a long time. Congrats on being writerly-ish for that long.
That’s a long time. Congrats on being writerly-ish for that long.
That’s a long time. Congrats on being writerly-ish for that long.
I'm so glad we got the chance to hang together at BlogHer this year Jen. Aaaaaand the fact that you used the word writerly-ish just makes you THAT much more awesome, my friend!
I'm so glad we got the chance to hang together at BlogHer this year Jen. Aaaaaand the fact that you used the word writerly-ish just makes you THAT much more awesome, my friend!
I'm so glad we got the chance to hang together at BlogHer this year Jen. Aaaaaand the fact that you used the word writerly-ish just makes you THAT much more awesome, my friend!
I'm so glad we got the chance to hang together at BlogHer this year Jen. Aaaaaand the fact that you used the word writerly-ish just makes you THAT much more awesome, my friend!
I'm so glad we got the chance to hang together at BlogHer this year Jen. Aaaaaand the fact that you used the word writerly-ish just makes you THAT much more awesome, my friend!
I'm so glad we got the chance to hang together at BlogHer this year Jen. Aaaaaand the fact that you used the word writerly-ish just makes you THAT much more awesome, my friend!
I'm so glad we got the chance to hang together at BlogHer this year Jen. Aaaaaand the fact that you used the word writerly-ish just makes you THAT much more awesome, my friend!
I'm so glad we got the chance to hang together at BlogHer this year Jen. Aaaaaand the fact that you used the word writerly-ish just makes you THAT much more awesome, my friend!
I'm so glad we got the chance to hang together at BlogHer this year Jen. Aaaaaand the fact that you used the word writerly-ish just makes you THAT much more awesome, my friend!
Congratulations on 9 years!
You are most definitely writerly! Love the first post!Its why your words captivate people…real honest life!
{{{Hugs}}}
Congratulations on 9 years!
You are most definitely writerly! Love the first post!Its why your words captivate people…real honest life!
{{{Hugs}}}
Congratulations on 9 years!
You are most definitely writerly! Love the first post!Its why your words captivate people…real honest life!
{{{Hugs}}}
Congratulations on 9 years!
You are most definitely writerly! Love the first post!Its why your words captivate people…real honest life!
{{{Hugs}}}
Congratulations on 9 years!
You are most definitely writerly! Love the first post!Its why your words captivate people…real honest life!
{{{Hugs}}}
Congratulations on 9 years!
You are most definitely writerly! Love the first post!Its why your words captivate people…real honest life!
{{{Hugs}}}
Congratulations on 9 years!
You are most definitely writerly! Love the first post!Its why your words captivate people…real honest life!
{{{Hugs}}}
Congratulations on 9 years!
You are most definitely writerly! Love the first post!Its why your words captivate people…real honest life!
{{{Hugs}}}
Congratulations on 9 years!
You are most definitely writerly! Love the first post!Its why your words captivate people…real honest life!
{{{Hugs}}}
Aaaand I got to meet you Patty and share empanadas with you and your mom. Gosh, but I love blogging 😉
Aaaand I got to meet you Patty and share empanadas with you and your mom. Gosh, but I love blogging 😉
Aaaand I got to meet you Patty and share empanadas with you and your mom. Gosh, but I love blogging 😉
Aaaand I got to meet you Patty and share empanadas with you and your mom. Gosh, but I love blogging 😉
Aaaand I got to meet you Patty and share empanadas with you and your mom. Gosh, but I love blogging 😉
Aaaand I got to meet you Patty and share empanadas with you and your mom. Gosh, but I love blogging 😉
Aaaand I got to meet you Patty and share empanadas with you and your mom. Gosh, but I love blogging 😉
Aaaand I got to meet you Patty and share empanadas with you and your mom. Gosh, but I love blogging 😉
Aaaand I got to meet you Patty and share empanadas with you and your mom. Gosh, but I love blogging 😉