Letting Sleeping Blogs Lie

I'm going to use an analogy to describe the way I see myself and blogging.  I do not wish to offend anyone who chooses to read it.  I am even providing a key.

Blog Whisperer - Someone with understanding and knowledge as well as the ability to provide advice to others.  Who has a way of doing what they do, without disrespect to any breed, large or small.

Bloghouse - Ones own blog.

Blog Park - blogosphere

Pack - Followers

Peeing or Marking - Making comments

Sniffing - Reading, but not commenting

Chihuahua - Me

Chihuahuas are the smallest blog/dog breed, fiercely loyal and gets along well with other breeds.  Due to their small size and fragility, care must be taken to avoid injury from jumping off a tall surface, or stepping on them as they follow along at your feet.  They have also been known to cause injury to themselves, by charging after anything threatening, without regard for size differences.  While they may appear to shiver and tremble, it isn't always from fear.  Excitement, low blood sugar and discomfort are other possible causes.  Their small size makes them suitable in most any living arrangement.  They are alert and make ideal watchdogs.

While in my own bloghouse recently, an intelligent, larger breed, peed to mark some territory.  I yelped in surprise, then upon recognition, wagged to apologize for the yelp and received a growl.  I do not, for one minute, believe the intention was to rip me to shreds.  Nor were mine.

Ventured out to the blog park to socialize. Visited a pack members bloghouse, peed a small spot and was promptly bitten.  I lowered my head and was given a second bite, for being weak.  Chihuahuas are notoriously hard to housebreak, but with patience and the right method, it can be done.  (Instilling fear is probably not the best way to accomplish this)

Exhausted from trying to play with the big (blog) dogs, I retreated to my bloghouse to rest and recuperate, venturing out occasionally, to sniff some fresh air and being cautious not to pee in the wrong place.

This little chihuahua is well behaved.  She understands rules, boundaries and limitations, as well as exercise, discipline and affection.  She's learned a few tricks, which include... speak, sit, shake, fetch and... roll over and play dead.

Do not confuse rolling over and playing dead, with submission.  True submission comes from trust and respect and the feeling of protection from intruders or opposing pack members.

One of my young pups tried to explain me to a puppy pal... "If she likes you, she yaps, wags, sniffs and marks.  If she doesn't trust you, she is silent."

As long as I find more enjoyment than pain with blogging, I will continue.  There are some really wonderful people out there.  I read everyone I follow and will comment, frequently.  If I feel you need encouragement, I will be there to give it to you.  If I disagree, I will try not to comment.  If you encourage people to think and comment, but belittle them when they do, I will probably still follow and read, but will refrain from commenting.  I will never try to intentionally hurt someone with a comment or a post.  I may have the jaws of a Pit Bull, but never want to feel a need to use them here.  If you made it this far, thanks for joining me.  Hope to see you again, soon.  Feel free to hike or squat, pee or not.

Special thanks to my Blog Whisperer, Laura and my Guard Dog, Iggy and to each and every one of you, that choose to be members of my pack.

Tweeeet... Personal Foul

Is blogging considered a sport?  If so, how many personal fouls does a player get, before being thrown out of the game?   I can't find my rule book and coach wouldn't give me one.  Would anyone care to loan me their copy?


My last post took an awkward turn, causing injuries that left me sidelined, on the bench, trying to recover.


I hope to recuperate and join you soon!  In the meantime, play on team!  I'll be rootin' for ya!
  
 

Somewhere Out There

I couldn't carry a tune, in a slop bucket anymore, but while trying to think of a way to thank some very wonderful, encouraging people in the blog world, I remembered this one.

Let's pretend Linda Ronstadt & James Ingram are singing it to you, or someone with an equally good voice, ok, here goes... 

Somewhere out there beneath the pale moonlight
Someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight

Somewhere out there someone's saying a prayer
That we'll find one another in that big somewhere out there

And even though I know how very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star

And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky

Somewhere out there if love can see us through
Then we'll be together somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true

And even though I know how very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star

And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky

Somewhere out there if love can see us through
Then we'll be together somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true

Lyrics as performed by
Linda Ronstadt and James Ingram

from the movie An American Tail (1987)

written by James Horner, Barry Mann, Cynthia Weil

*tear, snot, sniffle*

Now that the tribute in song is complete, I'd like to give a heartfelt thank-you to some very special people.

KrippledWarrior... for my first ever blog award.

Blasé... the first person I didn't know, willing to risk life and limb, to follow me.

To the exceptional people I am now following, who have inspired me to take more chances with blogging... you are the best. 

I hope I was able to do the links correctly,  I'm a tech idiot.  Right now it's all I can do to keep up with what I'm (almost) able to do, which is read and comment to all of you.  I still don't know how you people do it!

Uh oh... here it comes again... *tear, snot, sniffle*   *gets another tissue.

Thanks Everybody!  See you later.

The Beast

Well, as several of you know, yesterday was a fiasco! I thought I was brave trying to do something new on the computer. I wound up being a sniveling fool! Seemed simple enough, at first. Put a few things on the blog planning to add more later as I got the hang of it. Then it happened... Daughter came by and needed to use my computer. Told her I was in the middle of something, but would log off so she could do her thing. Later, after she and the family left, I logged back in to try to see what further damage I could do. Logged into email just fine. Could not... for love or money... access my blog... my new, "on my own" brave little creation. I never really intended to make much of a blog to begin with. Just a way to follow some others and be able to comment, without being anonymous and for them to know I wasn't a maniac stalker. Maniac... yes, that's a mental issue, sorry. Stalker... no, just interested. Couldn't do it! Computer refused to cooperate. Tried forever! Tried Summer, a friend with a nice blog, no answer. Crap! Tried Jilly, another friend whose brothers have a wonderful blog I follow. She was on her way to Conroe, to see one of the brothers. Offered to let me speak to one of them, to see if they could guide me. No way I was going to let one of them listen to me bawling like a baby! Jilly knows I'm an idiot, the brothers have never been privy to my lunatic idiocy. I'd like to keep it that way, at least as long as I can. Quick... try Summer again... she answered! Thank goodness! First suggestion she made, when I told her what was going on, was to shut down the BEAST and re-boot! Said sometimes the thing just gets overwhelmed. I KNOW THIS, IT HAPPENS ALL THE TIME! Having never done the blog thing, I just naturally figured I had screwed something up. It had to be my fault, right? Everything else is. So, I shut this puppy down, re-booted, and "Voila" the blog was there. It really wasn't my fault. (this time) I was able to tell Jilly thanks for offering to sacrifice a brother. Whew, what a relief. Summer calmly guided me through a few more things without any criticism. Bless you, Summer! What happens next is... gulp... up to me... gulp.

*To my little sister, whose advice was... take a deep breath, relax, step away from it for a while. You'll figure it out, you always do. Thank you! I love you and you deserve more than you get. You are my shoulder to lean on and understand me better than I understand myself sometimes. You've earned the right to call me "Jane" (Fonda). Thanks for being my sounding board as well as a best friend.

Heaven Help Me!

I know very little about creating a blog. I have several that I follow and my only hope at this point is to not embarrass myself too much. My outspoken honesty gets me into more trouble than I'm able to get myself out of. My sarcasm is caustic and known to burn. I'm very opinionated. Enough for now until I get the hang of this.