Tuesday, April 8, 2014

if it smells like funk it must be me

I'm in a little bit of a blogging funk lately. Truth be told I get a little bummed about blogging from time to time… I don't have a lot of followers or commenters. I mean, I can even count the number of my own family members who read it regularly on one hand (maybe even three fingers).. so sometimes I feel like maybe no one even really cares. Why should I blog? I don't have one of those perfectly written or stunning photo kind of sites.. the ones where every shot and sentence is perfection. I don't have a ton of inspiration to share, or beautiful things to talk about. That's just not me. But then I was thinking, that doesn't really matter. I didn't start doing this with any of those intentions so why do I expect myself to do those things now? Whose standard am I not holding up to? My own? --well, that's just stupid. haha. 

I blog because I enjoy it. I'm not really trying to inspire anyone, though if someone finds inspiration here for any aspect of their lives I'd consider it a bonus. I like to share little pieces of my life. I like a place to post my latest projects and talk about them. I have fun raving like a fangirl over new scrappy projects and posting holy crap moments about roller derby. I even get a big kick out of posting silly dance videos, with no shame whatsoever I might add. (In fact I've considered changing my blog name to Scrappy Dance and making the videos a regular thing.) 

So the blog funk has been a good thing, maybe. I'm reassessing why it is I'm doing this… what kinds of things do I want to share? Is it ok to share all of my silly little thoughts and stories along with all of the heavy stuff I've been handling over the past year side by side? Can this really be a place where I can just let it all hang out? --- I mean, in theory, if no one is reading or commenting anyway it shouldn't really matter what the heck I post, right? Bueller? Bueller? 

Ok. SO. Here's the thing. I've always tried to keep it real here... but the thing is if I'm in a real funk or something really crazy happens, or I'm in the mood to vent I don't do it here. Like I don't share the stories about the one time when I *almost* pooped my pants in a Target because I thought the bathroom was in the back of the store but it was actually in the front (keeping it classy in Cleveland, y'all)----- I mean, I don't post because I don't want you to judge… but the reality is, that s- happened. I mean, it really didn't actually happen.. like I didn't actually go, but I was so close I swear I had one of those Bridesmaids (the movie) moments where I felt like she did when she went running for the bathroom and just sorta crumpled into the middle of the street and well, *spoiler alert*, went… except I was able to save mine… but it was a close one. I mean, how could I not share that story? It's funny! And we've all been there, right? Am I RIGHT?! hello? anyone?

Anyyyyway. Now I'm embarrassed… and rethinking this whole post, actually… because here I am whining and complaining, "whaaa, how come nobody cares about my scrappy little bloooooooog!?"-- and then I'm like trying to tell you that it will be better and different and I go into a story about poop… and I bet you are all convinced that I am totally not being honest, and that I did in fact have to buy myself so new undies that day.. and I swear I didn't. Maybe I should rethink my tactics.

But, what the hell. That's me. I'm going to let it all hang out from now on. (and now are you just picturing a lot of bathroom issues with every sentence?-- shoot. not my intention, but I can't blame you… I mean everything is just coming out wrong… oh, I did it again.) Bottom line (she said bottom, this girls hilarious--- thats what you're thinking, right?) I'm going to post photos of my epic-ly dirty house… and photos with my kids in their underpants (why won't my 4 year old keep her clothes on?!).. and cry into the computer when something doesn't go my way…. and yes, there might even be more poop stories, cuz they really shouldn't put Starbucks into Targets, ok? Just saying. ---so if you're into that kind of thing then you're in luck. and if not… well, were you ever really here anyway? Either way I'm guessing it'll still be Cricket City so I might as well have fun blogging for myself! :)



17 comments:

  1. I ENJOY YOUR BLOG SO I HOPE YOU KEEP BLOGGING & KEEP IT REAL, I LOVE THAT YOU ARE HONEST ABOUT LIFE - I'M ON THE OTHERSIDE OF THE WORLD IN AUSTRALIA & I LIKE READING ABOUT YOUR LIFE IN THE U.S.

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  2. You are just crazy and hilarious, hahaha!!! Love your blog, specially your scrapbooking projects and super funny stories! I don't comment but I read every single post! Keep doing what you do because you want to and because it makes you happy! It's your blog!!! I really like that you are real, true to yourself, hummble and funny! Keep it up, girl!!!

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  3. Oh my heavens, one of my favorite things about your blog is that you keep it real. Seriously. Don't stop blogging. I love it when you are just being you. I'll be honest, if your blog doesn't come up as a new post in my reader, I'll just go directly to your blog to make sure I didn't miss anything. That being said, I'm trying trying to sound all stalker-y or anything :) I love your style, your humor cracks me up and your are freaking talented. Keep it up Elizabeth!

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  4. I would be sad without your blog!! Keep it real and remember you make lots of us smile. I love that you are able to let go and be silly and laugh at yourself

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    1. Thanks. It means a lot to me that you are one of my 3 family members that checks in here!

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  5. Too funny! And I love honest posts, and will definitely try to comment more often, as I am in the same boat... only my family follows and only the kind heartfelt DT gals of the challenges i play in ever leave comments. Which is fine, since I started my scrappy blog for that reason alone. but hey, we all like to know our words do make an impression... and yours do, I just am a reader who rarely comments on anything. As far as running to the bathroom goes, I had to laugh because as a Crohn's patient that is my life every single day. Fun times, i tell you...

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  6. "..so sometimes I feel like maybe no one even really cares. Why should I blog?"

    This statement is exactly why I don't post often and have a plethora of entries just sitting in my draft box waiting to be published or eventually deleted. Topics of these blogs include my depression, my dissatisfaction with career choices, and even my ambivalence about being a mom. Usually I don't post them because I don't want to seem like the biggest Debbie Downer in all the land. That and part of me is afraid to put ME out there. I am pretty critical of myself and I don't really need anyone else being critical of my life...we'll ignore the fact that whenever I have blogged honestly most people are supportive or appreciative of my honesty. I guess I should stop rambling :) Long story short, I get where you are coming from but I love and appreciate your honest post!

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    1. You should go for it Laurie. I love your posts and feel like you are really candid... Keep that ball rolling!-- even though I know the feeling of holding it back.

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  7. I know you can't reply back to every comment, but I remember commenting once on your blog, and it was something that I typically don't do. I felt like it was kind of a big deal for me to kind of come out of my "shell" and comment something encouraging and, not only did you not even bother to reply back with a "hey, thanks for that" or anything, but within the next few blog posts, you decided that you weren't going to blog anymore so I decided I wasn't going to comment anymore and to be real, I feel like I don't want to regularly check out your blog anymore. I kinda feel like I really lost interest and that sucks because I felt like I would have really liked you as a person.

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    1. Couple of things amber... One. I'm a tech tard and until very recently was not able to reply to comments... I figured out that if I sign in from my iPhone I have the option to "reply" to a comment (like I am now) but I can't from my computer. From time to time in the past I would comment on my own post in response to a comment someone has left there... I realize you don't get notifications of these but until recently I didn't have another way to respond. I did in fact respond to you rabbit hole comment, I actually remembered it distinctly because I have had those "help I fell into the internet and can't get out" moments.... Anyway. If you look back at the post from May 5th you can see that I did respond... Just not in a tech smart way (cuz I'm a dummy and don't even know If you will see this) Two. I am not quitting blogging, I was just saying that I was feeling ambivalent about why I do it. I understand if you don't want to check it anymore. I get it, but know that you comments are appreciated, even when I don't say so directly.

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  8. Well I am glad you are not quitting blogging and I'm sorry if you responded and I didn't see it. I just don't want you to think you blog your heart out and nobody is out here listening to you. Because people are listening to you and actually giving a shit about what you are saying. And also liking your layouts and silly dancing videos and stuff. Sorry if I sounded like a beeotch.

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    1. Thanks Amber. You weren't a beeotch… I understood where you were coming from and it made me mess around and figure out how to format my blog so that people can see when I respond to comments (I *think* I fixed that.) So it's all good! Thanks for the motivation.

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  9. By the way, I have no idea what the rabbit hole comment was. I congratulated you for busting your ass and making the roller derby team because I know how hard you had to work to do that. And then you got hurt and were bummed. I felt horrible for you and hoped you wouldn't give up. And you didn't. And I'm super freaking stoked that you're not the kind of person to give up. Because that would totally suck.

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