Identity Crisis

OK, so I wrote a post about my adorable babies and how stinkin cute they were when they were still wearing poopy diapers and puke-crusted shirts. But it was boring, right? I like Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop and I plan to go back and get another topic.

But somehow, whenever I have a writing "assignment", I feel as if I have to please my high school English teacher, which Kat used to be (not my English teacher, just an English teacher). And when you want to please an English teacher, you don't use words like "stinkin" and "dang" and "poop". And you don't type words in bold print just to get your message across. Well, maybe you don't. Or maybe you do - things have probably changed a lot since I was in high school English, which was during the Reagan administration.

The point is that I just want to write. I thoroughly enjoy writing. I think about things to write about all the time. And then when I get to the computer, duh. . . . .. (insert drool here). It's not that I don't have anything to write about. It's more the case that I always want to make someone else happy - like YOU, the reader who is reading this right now. I actually want you to be more than happy - I want you to fall off your chair laughing and even occasionally wet yourself because everything I say is so darn funny. And I want you to be my follower because I secretly want to get tons of followers just like I want to have the most friends on Facebook.

There! I said it. I would like to pretend that I'm writing just for the sake of the craft. . . .just because writing is in my very soul. But I like approval too. And I absolutely love making people laugh. But I guess I have to be OK with the days when there is nothing laugh-worthy in my repertoire.

Just keep coming back and you'll get some laughs eventually.