Fe fe fi fi fo fo fum
I smell smoke in the auditorium
Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown,
He’s a clown that Charlie Brown
He’s gonna get caught
Just you wait and see
(Why’s everybody always pickin‘ quittin’ on me?)

Typical. Women start something, have a great time, are successful, and then the “guilts” hit them.

Early on, Suburban Hippie raved about Miss Doxie and highly recommended her. She was a great read – when she posted. Her last post was December 7, 2007.

That sounds not very friendly. “Reigning unfriendly bitch” is not something to which I aspire. Instead, what I am getting at, is that I am the internet’s bitch. As in, the internet has made me its bitch. Like in prison. And this concludes my paragraph analyzing a five-word title, guess who was an English major and hasn’t slept in a while, THANK YOU.

Sarah Dippity (great name for a Mommy blog!) led me to Queen of Shake Shake. Her Swearin’ Shakeabitch caught my eye because I was trying to get Erin Brockovich to respond to my pleadings. (begging, not legalese.)

Sounds like she is having an attack of the “guilts” too.

Back in November, I reclaimed my weekends from the computer and I liked it so much, it’s still going strong. Now three days of my week are spent 8-3 with school drop off, pick up and my two jobs. Then after 3 there’s homework and sometimes I just want to be with my boys before I start cooking dinner. Then there’s dinner time, clean up time, bath time and bed time.

And now, CookieBitch is feeling guilty about blogging vs. family.

But life is about balance. If you pour everything into one thing, other things suffer. Then my work load got a lot worse because apparently some asshole told my boss I can do the work of 5 people – not just 4. Then there were some money issues, and step-son issues, and “oh my god I need a margarita” issues. Everything started to suffer. And I started feeling guilty about it. The only thing I still DON’T feel guilty about is being mean to people. Fuckers deserve it. But I do feel guilty when I’m not doing things as well as I want to. It drives me crazy.

Other bloggers went to college.

A couple of others stopped “for the holidays” and just never got going, despite my rather pointed digs.

And last but certainly not least, I never dreamed I would be resurrected from the blogging dead by a Boomer that goes sixty blogging away daily in Boomer Bloggerville! Thanks, Sixty! I’ve missed this…even though the hibernating was quite comfy and cozy.

Make that “we” Angela and Hope, and one post in 30 days doesn’t mean you are “back.”

Grandad had been blogging for 450 days straight and he says he is going to quit feeling bad about not having a post daily.

A friggin’ ProBlogger even thought about chucking the whole thang.

At first I wondered was I kissing a dinosaur? Should I stop blogging and move onto something better?

But for some odd reason my blog would not go gentle into that goodnight.

Having just completed one year of blogging, I don’t know how the Mommy bloggers do it. Grandad, and ProBlogger and me do it for three different reasons.

I have a lot of free time, so this is my hobby. One of the fun parts is being able to read about what people younger than me (the god-forsaken Xer’s to young boomers) are doing in their lives. It brings back memories.

Another fun part is connecting with those of similar backgrounds, interests, or general smart-assery.

But if you have to go. Go. But take Grandad’s attitude – or Problogger’s – just settle down. Don’t panic if you don’t have time or inclination to write. It’s not a “all-or-nothing” deal.

Meanwhile, I’ll just sit in my big ole recliner with three dogs in my lap, “stumbling” through blogs in the evening trying to find somebody to entertain me.

See? This was all about me.

So bring it you bloggers I recently discovered. Start cranking out more than one post a week. You owe me. Somehow you owe me.

UPDATE: Another string of unbroken posts comes to an end today. (or not – 4/1/ ya know)