Ya' know the Tamster has had her fair share of so called hits to the groin and even tho' Peggy Hill will tell you that doesn't work on girls - any time the crowd pops you upside your pride there is a moment of deflation....and pain. Been there, got the TShirt, the key chain picture and the dang bumper sticker - crooked across the hood of my ride.
So I am at an impasse - sappy creature that I am. Sitting here with a hole in my nylons (the feline's goin' down.) and my hair in a frizz - I contemplate my validity and my weird rise to 'interesting' over the past year...little sparks of understanding appearing on my vapid horizon...so this is why some walk away? And I - while I would never leave altho' I could if I wanted to - just like I could give up cheese and bacon and Guinness for life (I'd rather go to a party nekked and painted with yellow polka dots.) But what do I do with my so called interesting self - suddenly faced with more 'invitations' than room on her page? How did that happen to the girl who started here a year ago with the same silly bouquet of cactus pads and pansies penned on the page daily and only an occasional wild rose....(give me a moment to scratch and ponder my validity please) I had four or five friends - three of whom were in the same family and all I of whom I knew face to face. (an exhortation for those of you just stepping into the wild and wonderful blogcircus...)
When I was a little girl I had a rare Birthday party and was allowed to invite 3 friends for a sleepover. Problem was I had three friends and a side kick - and two of the girls were virtually joined at the hip....always a two for one when playing tag and double dutch....I was faced with the unfortunate decision of who to 'not invite' and I chose my best friend - thinking she would understand. No happy endings there - six months later she moved and I've never heard from her again....but the regret remains - and the lesson was painful. In my book of agonies - rejecting is more damaging than rejection....
so I have a choice to make. I can ride it out until I am no longer interesting and the invites subside - and the blogfriends quietly bow out over time until only the really interested remain...but that would require putting people on ignore - and that's not how I roll unless you are 10 and harrassing me with food request whilst I attempt to excrete plot and dialogue. I could simply walk away....(not gonna happen in this lifetime.) or I could post a poll.
I know its my blog and I can do what I want as long as it doesn't involve porn or foul language but its no fun blogging alone. So I post a poll for your displeasure.
I also welcome Sio, Paul, Sunrise, and e.c. I'm just a sappy girl....I hope that blesses you.
