I'm feeling angry and bitter today for no apparent reason. I went to yoga and the whole time, instead of being on Namaste Vibe Cruise Control, I was having angry thoughts like, "I don't want to do neck rolls, okay? Seriously, I don't." All the while doing neck rolls, but not very effectively. My heart wasn't in it the way it usually is.
And I think this bitter anger (and I'm sure it's somehow related to grief but it's an ugly side, I have to say) has a lot to do with my resistance to giving you the web site of this woman's blog I've been obsessed with. She already has about one million readers a day.
Probably more importantly, though, I know in my bitter little heart (compounded by the fact that she and her husband support their family and multiple Mac-related purchases by the ads sold on their sites) that if you read her blog, you'll truly realize what an inferior blog-product you're getting here at blessourhearts.
But what the hell? Go, read, know the joy that is Dooce.com.
Experience with Heather her life in LA and her national-media-covered expulsion from the company she worked for due to her blog. Gape in wonder at her goddess-like beauty. Laugh at her particular brand of former-Mormon dark humor. Worry about her depression and chronic constipation. See the pictures of her wedding. Read about her labor and delivery. Chuckle at the stories of her leopard-print-wearing Mormon granny and her insanely loved dogs. Be in awe at her honesty and the way she can use profanity. (I know I am.)
Go on. I know you want to.
Me? I think I'm almost over it. Phew.
I wonder what the next obsession will be. Hopefully, something I can blog about.
And soon, hopefully, I'll revert back to being the sweet little old wise woman I used to be who loves her life and home in North Florida.
Wow I'm afraid to click the link. Can it really be all that?
ReplyDeleteI too often become angry when I have any sort of underlying stress.
:)
I love this blog. Not an inferior blog-product in anyway.
ReplyDeleteWell. Thank you, anon. I appreciate that more than you know.
ReplyDeleteAh yes, Dooce was one of the first web journals I ever saw.
ReplyDeleteWell, just call me late to the party. As usual.
ReplyDeleteWhen I come home after work and catch up the multiple disease related forums I belong to, and write my own stuff for the night - then I want to read your blog, not Miss Heather's inferior product!
ReplyDeleteWell... I may check it out some time. But it's more fun to hear you're the obsessive type, similar to me. Man I can get on some trains! It's just so filled with passion, to want and get, over and over and over.... then one day it's "eh" and I'm over it, sort of, but maybe for just a little while. so intensely fun :)
ReplyDeleteIt's funny how this blogging community works. I've been reading Dooce for some time and today, I found you....through some sort of click, click, link, link path that I can't remember now. I wanted to tell you how much I am enjoying reading your blog and that I have teared up at many of your posts, especially the ones about birth and death. You wordsmith beautifully. I can only hope that one day I will find my blogging path inspired by the likes of Dooce and Bless Our Hearts. Keep writing, Ms. Moon.
ReplyDeleteThank you SO much, Ms. P. Do you have southern roots?
ReplyDeleteAw, now I don't even want to check it out.
ReplyDeleteYou're so funny and cute.
I'm staying here dammit.