…you consider writing about poo because you know it’ll be popular.
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| You know you’re a blogger when you reach for the camera first |
There I was with a saggy Friday night brain considering what I might like to round the week off with. Something on what I’ve been doing? No, no one cares. A discussion about parenting classes? Maybe, but I’m too tired to do it justice. The Greek financial position? Depressing and a bit dull.
So I asked Twitter. Lovely people – @cafebebe and @MichelleCPorter – had some excellent suggestions. Then @dorkymum said: “or poo – always good for the stats.”
Hmmm. An agonised account of our, as yet, unsuccessful attempts to make Boy Three un-feral? (Or is de-feral better?) But real poo isn’t actually that much fun. Or, whether it’s acceptable to fart and blame your nappy-wearing toddler? Theoretically, of course.
But no, here was I – a nearly 45-year-old woman with far too much to do – spending precious time and energy thinking about how I would write about poo.
Then the light went on, time for another “you know you’re a blogger when” post…
You know you’re a blogger when you consider writing about poo because you know it’ll be popular.
You know you’re a blogger when you know what the whole follow/no follow kerfuffle is all about.
You know you’re a blogger when you can meet people in the flesh for the first time yet feel like you’ve known them for years.
You know you’re a blogger when the postie starts asking what you’re reviewing next.
You know you’re a blogger when you see something interesting and rush to take a picture of it, instead of cleaning it up or sorting it out.
You know you’re a blogger when your wind-down to the weekend now features Blogger.com rather than Gordon’s and tonic (although I’m not ruling it out).
You know you’re a blogger when sometimes you simply have to blog about it right now.
How do you know?
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Oh yes. That too. Or frantically trying to remember the thing you want to blog about so you forget the other real stuff you should be doing.
Nothing you have ever blogged about made me laugh more than this one: http://www.ellenarnison.com/2010/03/inner-children-come-out-to-play-in-snow.html I honestly think about it at random times and burst out laughing.
Fab post. I would add u know you're a Blogger when you catch yourself scanning each and every room/ situation looking for blogging fodder. And if there isn't enough going on for a whole post, you tweet it instead. Oh and you ask 300 or so strangers for advice before your own husband… not that I do these things of course!
XxX
Well done. Just what I needed this morning. A good laugh.
You know your a blogger when you carry a notepad in your bag and use it not for the shopping list but for blogging fodder.
Great post btw (and I seemed to have blogged about poo a lot!!)
BNM
You know you're a blogger when you enjoy other people's comments, good or bad where you normally wouldn't.
It was a memorable moment!
Sometimes I've had a whole adventure of blogging and tweeting and not bothered to tell my husband about it.
Thanks.
Poo is one of the great universals.
Oh yes, that too.
Oh yes. I think there may be group therapy classes in years to come for bloggers' children.
lol what a great post, perfect x