You Think You Know Someone...And Sometimes You're Right

I wonder how long it will take for the University of Phoenix to develop a degree program on sociology with an emphasis on blogging? Because if you've spent any time at all doing this or surfing it (or "blog-jogging" as I call it) you'll see that the blogosphere is eerily like real life.

Well, that's not to say that any individual blog is like real life because it's definitely not. We all blog what we're willing to let others see, know and use against us in a court of law. Some are more transparent than others, but that's another post.

What I mean is that personalities show through. Some are funny. Some are pretentious. Some--divisive. There are lovely blogs. Waste-of-airspace blogs. Teaching blogs. Preaching blogs. Cheerful blogs. Inspiring blogs.

Heavy Thoughtful blogs.

Ahem. I've been so accused.

And...occasionally there are episodes of fighting and flattery--just like real life. But in the middle of the social order that gets played out here, there and everywhere, there is the overwhelming, ever-present, ruling element of...chemistry.

Just plain chemistry.

I'm amazed at how many times I've surfed around and read something or seen something very nice and even artfully composed...and for no good reason at all, had absolutely no compulsion to go there again.

It's strange. And that's all I can say about that.

But I won't take it personally if you won't take it personally.

And so, just like high school, circles are formed. O.k. Not just like high school. Hopefully, nobody is egging cars or toilet papering houses in their sensible shoes, and making their quick getaway in a Suburban. I trust we're all a little nicer--a bit more compassionate--and a whole lot more humble by now. I hope. But still, there are the jocks. And the hippies. There are the brainiacs and the techies. Popular girls and glee club dorks.

And never rarely the twain shall meet.

But today, *la la la la la la la la la* I am to be the envy of countless thousands. Well, I would be the envy of countless thousands if countless thousands read this blog, because I have MIRLed with the blogger who was read by countless thousands to have said...

And here is where I’d like to make some stupid joke about animals walking down our street being led two-by-two by an elderly gentleman with a long beard, but at this point it just seems like a cliche.

and this...

I don’t know why I am okay with people I’ve never met reading all my ramblings, but start to twitch when I realize people who know me in real life are reading.

and finally, this...

If y’all visit one day and I’m no longer here, just know that the rain has driven me insane and I’m curled in a fetal position somewhere mumbling, “Just make it stop. Please make it stop.”

Can you guess?

I'll tell you all about it tomorrow. *wink*




*crickets chirping*




O.k. o.k. I'll tell you now!

I met Big Mama! No, not that one...the Big Mama. Boomama's Big Mama. I. had. lunch. with. Big Mama! I'll link her at the end, 'cause once you leave you won't be back.

And as I suspected, she was not so very big, but thankfully--tall enough so that I didn't have to feel fat and Amazon-ish. Though I did wear my vertical stripes and flats...because every little bit helps.

And *whew* my girls did not, in fact, slip and call her, "Mrs. Mama," as they joked they would do. Though, I'm pretty sure she would have just laughed and not thought anything of it.

And to everyone's delight, Cuddlebug did not pull her deer-in-the-headlights routine with sweet Caroline. In fact, I think they all had a very fun time running and climbing and getting sweaty in the petrie dish toxic waste trap McDonald's playscape while we talked about everything from blogging to blogging with a little of this and that, and some such and such. Which is code for it's really not any of your beeswax.

*gasp* Who said that?

Now, let me explain that I was the one who encouraged Big Mama to put on her sunglasses, seeing as she has not posted any clear pictures of her likeness on her own blog. I felt it not my place to unveil her. She is definitely not trying to "look all Hollywood," as I think I heard her say in her endearing, self-deprecating way while I was fumbling for my camera so Fifi could snap a picture of us.

I can not believe that we walked away from that MIRL without getting a better picture of the girls together! I could just spit! But early on, I did think to catch Cuddlebug and Caroline up high in the bubble by the ceiling. And Big Mama was so engaging that it didn't even occur to me until now to envision them falling from that height and going splat against the metal tables or the tile floor.

*happy sigh* Thank you, Big Mama.

Anyway...shall I share my impressions? Want to know what the real Big Mama is like?

*whisper* Come here and I'll tell you.

She's. so. nice! Just affable and real and...nice. To say any more would just be to embarrass myself. You know? So, I'll leave it there, and encourage you to click over if you've never read her before. If all 12 of you do that, well...she probably won't notice because she likely gets 12 hits a second, but you'll be glad you checked her out.

And as Big Mama would say, "You're welcome."