A couple of years ago my older sister created her own blog. Let’s call her “Charika-Freaka,” just to limit info for any virtual stalkers out there. Anyway, initially, it began as a little hobby, maybe to relieve some boredom on quiet days at work as a secretary (believe me I know, I have her old job, as I replaced her as the new secretary once she started grad school at UGA), or maybe it was some goal she had, I don’t really know. However, in time, I felt that she became a tad-bit obsessive about it. It wasn’t really an obsession, but something my family and I would tease her about.
For example, Charika-Freaka and I would be in a random conversation about something, anything really, shoes, ships, sealing wax, you name it, and something would be said and Charika-Freaka’s face would light up, and she’d say, “Ooohhhhh, yes, I like that! I’m blogging that!” And then it I became slightly paranoid about her blogging everything that even if she hadn’t mentioned blogging yet, I would end the conversation with, “And you better not blog that!”
Her excitement for blogging could only continue to develop more and more, and because of the fanatical way she is about being organized, I could swear to you, this girl created a blogging schedule. It was as if she was in a college writing class and she HAD to have her blog done every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Now normally, her organization doesn’t bother me, I mean, being organized is very commendable; however, she hogged the computer constantly, working away at her little blog, like it was on a deadline.
To add more to the story, not only was she blogging frequently, but she was also reading everyone else’s blog. And when I say everyone, that’s pretty accurate. Not only was she getting back in touch with all her old college buddies, she was reading other random people’s blogs. Dorky Dad and Pioneer Woman are a HUGE part of her blogging life. She’s even converted my mother to reading Pioneer Woman and now my mother uses her recipes to make dinner (I think the Pioneer Woman’s chicken casserole is my mother’s favorite).
I have watched her now for that past couple of years and have always vowed that I would NEVER create a blog. I know that no one gets killed by blogging or sick but why get addicted to something else? I mean really, I already check my email and Facebook like 10 times a day. However, a lot of my friends are getting blogs (I really am a sucker for peer pressure), and so then I reconsidered the whole blog thing and decided that I would get a blog sometime in the future, like when I was married or something—you know because that’s what married people do. They blog. But then, I thought maybe I should reconsider blogging sooner. It’s a great way to improve on your writing skills, and essentially a journal…that everyone reads. So I thought I’d wait until I had a camera and then I’d blog. But, nope, no camera, no husband, and here I am typing my first blog. I once heard that you should keep your words short and sweet, because someday you’ll have to eat them up. And really, what’s the ironic thing about it all is here I am, in Charika-Freaka’s old chair at work, writing a blog, just like she used to, and eating up my words. Maybe it comes with the job description. Who knows!
But anyway, hopefully I’ll get the swing of this, or maybe I’ll even become obsessed, we’ll see, only time can tell, but Charika-Freaka, here’s to you, I dedicate this first blog to you and to all your blogging madness!
For example, Charika-Freaka and I would be in a random conversation about something, anything really, shoes, ships, sealing wax, you name it, and something would be said and Charika-Freaka’s face would light up, and she’d say, “Ooohhhhh, yes, I like that! I’m blogging that!” And then it I became slightly paranoid about her blogging everything that even if she hadn’t mentioned blogging yet, I would end the conversation with, “And you better not blog that!”
Her excitement for blogging could only continue to develop more and more, and because of the fanatical way she is about being organized, I could swear to you, this girl created a blogging schedule. It was as if she was in a college writing class and she HAD to have her blog done every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Now normally, her organization doesn’t bother me, I mean, being organized is very commendable; however, she hogged the computer constantly, working away at her little blog, like it was on a deadline.
To add more to the story, not only was she blogging frequently, but she was also reading everyone else’s blog. And when I say everyone, that’s pretty accurate. Not only was she getting back in touch with all her old college buddies, she was reading other random people’s blogs. Dorky Dad and Pioneer Woman are a HUGE part of her blogging life. She’s even converted my mother to reading Pioneer Woman and now my mother uses her recipes to make dinner (I think the Pioneer Woman’s chicken casserole is my mother’s favorite).
I have watched her now for that past couple of years and have always vowed that I would NEVER create a blog. I know that no one gets killed by blogging or sick but why get addicted to something else? I mean really, I already check my email and Facebook like 10 times a day. However, a lot of my friends are getting blogs (I really am a sucker for peer pressure), and so then I reconsidered the whole blog thing and decided that I would get a blog sometime in the future, like when I was married or something—you know because that’s what married people do. They blog. But then, I thought maybe I should reconsider blogging sooner. It’s a great way to improve on your writing skills, and essentially a journal…that everyone reads. So I thought I’d wait until I had a camera and then I’d blog. But, nope, no camera, no husband, and here I am typing my first blog. I once heard that you should keep your words short and sweet, because someday you’ll have to eat them up. And really, what’s the ironic thing about it all is here I am, in Charika-Freaka’s old chair at work, writing a blog, just like she used to, and eating up my words. Maybe it comes with the job description. Who knows!
But anyway, hopefully I’ll get the swing of this, or maybe I’ll even become obsessed, we’ll see, only time can tell, but Charika-Freaka, here’s to you, I dedicate this first blog to you and to all your blogging madness!