Well, I went and submitted this blog to one of those review sites. There is just no other way to say it - its a bit harsh. Based solely on the site's address, I'm gonna assume that is sorta their 'deal' and well, I certainly got what I asked for. Well, you can go ahead and read for yourself HERE. That being said, it appears they do actually like some sites - this is just not one of them. Actually, from the comments it appears that quite a few people share their sentiment. I'd like to say that I'm only blogging for me anyway but the truth of the matter is I know that has not been true. Even worse - I think these guys are actually right in a lot of ways.
I've decided to take some of the advice given - just not the part about taking a break, which I appear unable to do - despite my best intentions. However, I have turned my beloved "BEER GIRL" from a panhandler into simply eye candy. I think her new role suits her better.
I cannot make any promises about my spelling or grammar however - I type as I think and I normally do it in the dark and much faster then perhaps a two-finger typer should. You cannot have it all. Most importantly, I'm going to just start writing when I want to and about what I want to write about. In fact, I already have my next 10 posts all laid out - in short, my mother has put together a list for her elderly mom of questions she would like her to answer about her life - she shared them with my uncle who is now answering one-a-day himself. I plan to do the same right here on this blog. One thought-provoking and personal question a post for the next 10 posts. I'm both excited and a little terrified.
On an unrelated note, I've decided I'm going to rejoin the Entrecard community. A mere 5 days after my very public departure - well, I miss it. The truth of the matter is that if people involved did not get mad and leave - well, why the hell did I? I don't have the answer but I'm going to at least rejoin and see what happens. I feel like a bit of an ass - but, well - that's okay.
Speaking of asses, I think I'm going to let the MILLION BUCK CANUCK die a slow and painful death - to live on eternally as a dead blog. An homage to terrible blogs. I thought it would be really fun - and it was at first but it just got tired - REAL fast. We shall see - maybe I'll get inspired again as I'm hoping I have been tonight about this site.
For those who for whatever reason may want to play along - here is the note from my dear mother and the questions posed - have a look:
I was thinking last night about Gulliver's Travel. In Johnathan Swift's Gulliver's Travels, the main character, Gulliver, hears about a race of immoral people called Struldbruggs. While Gulliver's reaction is at first one of envy, he soon learns that the reality of life as a Struldbrugg is not so desirable, and that the prospect of never dying is actually a most dreadful fate. We learn that, as a result of their condition, the Struldbruggs, "were not only opinionative, peevish, covetous, morose, vain and talkative, but uncapable of friendship, and dead to all natural affection." The Struldbruggs longed for death and lamented the meaninglessness and waywardness of their lives precisely because they knew that accepting our limitations and facing our inevitable death will imbue our lives with meaning, strength and purpose.
How about the Now purpose of "The New Earth" with Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's words: "Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve the present. It is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future, without fear".
This lead me to think of questions I wish Mom could answer:
1. What do you consider your greatest accomplishment in life?
2. For what in life are you most grateful?
3. What are the most important life lessons you've learned? When you think about what you want to be remembered for, what do you wish to hand down to others so that they might learn and benefit from the life you've lived?
4. What are the core values you've tried to live by?
5. Imagine you had one suitcase to transport your possessions from your home. What ten to fifteen most cherished objects would you choose to take with you?
6. What wisdom would you wish to impart to your relatives? What is the one thing you want to tell them about the life you lived?
7. How would you like to be treated if you increasingly suffered from the symptoms of dementia?
8. If you were attending your own funeral, what you you want those speaking to say?
9. Who did you love and how did you show that love?
10.Who loved you really?
These are my thoughts so daily life is more difficult.
I dearly love my mother. She is introspective and wise, everyone always says she is a great talker, but of course you realize that what she really is quite the opposite - a great listener. Anyway, I'm delighted to note that I did have to correct a few glaring typos that I caught - so I clearly come by it naturally. Until next time - CHEERS!
