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I am not a writer, I just play one on the internet.

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I’m not a few other things too, but I thought I’d start with the obvious…

I find it interesting that although I’m not a writer and tend to read 30 things at the same time, that I find the time to bother the internet with my almost daily observations… And when I say, ‘FIND TIME’, I mean that I lunge for it… like its the only scoop of edamame salad left in the deli case… or the only fresh head of locally grown BIB… or the last remaining, almost ripe avocado on display… And SO WHAT if I’m obsessed with fresh foods and salads? I’m not a farmer OR a produce expert either, but I can damn near TRY, and WHO doesn’t love organic?! But did you know that I can write several paragraphs without ever even considering punctuation? That it is totally and completely unethical among all of those invested in RULES that obsessively practice GRAMMAR ?!?! Boo Hiss Boo… And who do I think I am? Well.. I’m not sure, actually — but I do know that I can type pretty gosh-darn fast without realizing that 2 1/2 hours of my day have been sucked up by the blogosphere… only to be read by some if not shunned by others for the annihilated words that I am forcing down everyone’s throats… one misplaced apostrophe at a time. And I know, we can pull out the swords and dual over writing vs. blogging, but to what end when the result lies in originality via the “written” word. Blogging allows for immediate interaction, personality, SPUNK… and while I’ve never tried to write an essay for the hell of it… I can only imagine my disappointment in not saying it all A LITTLE BIT LOUDER.  Not to mention that I find some sort of comfort here… in writing about delusions, whatnots and boondocks… And yes, just in case you are wondering, I am aware that I am doing it wrong… And, considering that I am surrounded by highly educated individuals… some of which are writers themselves and are overwhelmingly powerful when it comes to VERSE and the almighty SNARK, I really should CARE about the fact that I’m doing it wrong… But I don’t. I don’t care.

I don’t care that I’m not a writer but I’m doing it anyway… And just to prove this fact to myself and everyone else out there that gives two cents, I have invested in myself and will be attending the 2010 BlogHer conference this Friday and Saturday. And I know, who am I kidding…. Me, who hides here, typing away… loving the internet because it allows me to make connections without having to talk to anyone.. I’m actually going to get up, leave this seat and join thousands of other bloggers in New York City… if only to see if I can feel like I’m doing something. If only to attempt to embrace exactly what the hell this thing is that I’ve gotten myself into… If only to finally meet a few individuals face to face (finally) and to find some rational explanation for how and why they find themselves here… with me, but not really. And while I’m there, and before I freeze into a solid block of introverted, overly air-conditioned ice, I do hope to bustle some sense out of all of this… Because time here is too comforting to be considered wasteful, and I never like to throw anything away.

So, while this may be my only post this week as I attempt to wiggle my flip flop addicted feet into the shoes that are currently comfortable, I just want to let it be known that I am fully aware. That although I took a few English classes — I do not have a license  to drive. That my skills in typing and knowledge of design software and editing tools does not a writer make… I’m also aware of what a bad dancer I am, that I can’t parallel park for my life AND that acting like you know something when you really don’t only works when you make yourself believe it first [case-in-point]. And finally, in summing it up because I can totally hear you backing away… When we meet, please don’t mistake my poker face for snobbery… I’m not silently judging you and I barely know how to play Go Fish…  All that’s happening is void, and I’m totally aware of it.

Oh and while we were busy fanning ourselves… We also made Pesto more popular. TODAY.  Yeah, that’s right — stick that in your English Lit. pipe and…

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A shoe for all seasons – right?

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Guest Bird #9 – Melissa

Melissa Taylor is a mom, teacher and freelance writer. Melissa loves writing about her passions — education and parenting. She blogs at Imagination Soup http://imaginationsoup.net , a fun and easy learning activities for inquisitive kids. Her writing portfolio is on her website http://melissatayloronline.com.

October 2009.jpgAnother day and my kid has out styled me again.  And what a style.  We’re talking so many patterns it’s a knock you down dizzying effect.  But the topper is the pink cowgirl boots.  People all day long stop us to compliment the pink boots.  Really, it’s excessive.  Perhaps a bit ego inflating for my young impressionable child.  “Everyone likes my boots, mom,” she says to me happily.

As for me, I’m clothed yes but far from stylish.  Mostly I just try to make sure I’m wearing something fairly clean.  I go for basics, no patterns that require matching, solids, jeans and black shoes.

Then, last week at a Denver Woman’s Press Club event, I took it up a notch and wore a dress – clearance rack dress but none the less a dress AND black high heeled boots.

What do you know?  I got compliments.  Surprised, I mentioned that generally it’s my daughter and her pink cowgirl boots that attract any notice.  My standard outfit is jeans, a t-shirt and Doc Martens.  Horrified, one of the ladies said, “But you’re such a lovely girl!”  Clucking together, the women agreed that yes, I was lovely and it didn’t seem possible to imagine I could possibly wear such shoes.

Really?  That’s not what I was expecting.  First, how do you know about Doc Martens even being much older and second, why are Doc Martens so bad? . . . they’re so comfortable and clunky and go with everything.  I’m sure they must have the wrong impression of how very lovely people like me wear them.  Right?  Don’t other lovely people wear them?

Let me just address the “girl” word.  I’m not called a girl very often now days.  However, the Denver Woman’s Press Club seems to be comprised much older women than me.  When I joined, they were so exited. The president said I lowered the median age.  Me and my 38 years.  So youthful.  With my clearance dress and high heeled boots.  Them and their gray hair, jewelry that matches and hoes and heels.   (I like the girl part!)

It has occurred to me that no one else I know wears Doc Martens.  Probably they don’t know how cool and comfortable they really are.  Maybe they think they’re for punk rockers or unlovely people?

Most people I know wear Dansko clogs.  I like those, too. But I’m still not understanding how Docs are much different than Danskos.  Flat, comfortable, recommended by foot doctors.  (Yes, my foot doctor said that Doc Martens are the best shoes for feet – seriously!)

Am I stuck in a high school time warp, oblivious to style?   I don’t have a bi-level hair cut with purple bangs any more.  I don’t have posters of the Cure and U2 up in my room.

What can I say?  They work for me.  Why change something that works?  Just like the pink cowgirl boots work, my Docs feel like me.  Even if I’m misunderstood to be not as lovely or get any compliments. 

I will be wearing my Doc Martens at the next Press Club event.  Maybe even with my clearance dress.

Scandalous is better than stylish anyway.

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My God, What Have I Done!

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Its been a few days now since Guest Birds have started landing here at For the Birds. I am both boggled and overwhelmingly flattered by the response that I have received. It’s been fun to connect with everyone in this new and interesting way…  Although, I do have to come clean and admit, however, that this was not originally my idea. Bloggers have been guesting or contributing since the beginning of Blognation… But it is unusual, perhaps, for a website such as For the Birds.

It all started when I was approached by a woman that is writing an allergy cookbook for kids. Those of you that read this blog know that this is a topic that I am deeply involved with so — it should come as no surprise that I rolled out the red carpet and agreed to have the author submit a guest post in promotion of her upcoming book. We emailed back and forth  – how exciting, blah blah blah… then silence. Nothing. Just my voice echoing in the caverns of the internet… I waited for two weeks and then emailed her again…

See — I am an avid scheduler. I even schedule things that have already happened. And then there is my patience and the lack there-of. So the relationship was beginning to itch a little when she responded – Next week she would be sending me her piece. Hurrah! Quick to the Internet – tell the world! And so I did … Well, either I took my wit and hit her over the head with a cinder block or Ooops, stuck my foot out and Whoops down the marble stairs she fell… Or… (read from the bottom up)

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I have blurred out the deets, dear readers, not because I think you are going to DO SOMETHING, but because this woman is obviously filled to the brim with crackers. Non-allergen crackers. I mean, really. Right, REALLY?

But I had already told the World Wide Web about the Guest Bird landing… I could have just deleted the post, I suppose – but no – I went the other way. I had built-up too much excitement in my mind to let this one go. Admittedly, I have grown a little tired of myself — constantly writing about myself  – laying it all out there. The floodgates need a little closing before I not only bore you but also myself to death. ME ME ME ME. Not to mention that I am crazy, but not that kind of crazy, interested in who you are.

I reached out. Invited. Approached. And you accepted. Some of you I know from travels along the way and others I have just met.. So far so good and a lot of great stuff to come. Thank you! 

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Nothing, in Particular.

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Guest Bird #3

Hi there, my name is Robin and I write a blog called Mass
Hole Mommy
.  I am new to this whole
blogging thing and ever since I started, I have wished that I had begun writing
“my tales” much sooner.  I can
honestly say that it was because of Twitter that I started in the first
place.  I met several great people,
Ry being one of them, and saw that the majority of them were bloggers.  After a while, I decided to give birth
to a blog myself and have been loving it ever since.

I saw that Ry was looking for guest writers for her blog; I gave it some thought and decided I would love the opportunity to have a crack at it. So there began my dilemma. What to write about? So many different thoughts started going through my head. But in the end, my main concern was that I wouldn’t have anything captivating to write about.

In trying to come up with a topic, I decided to ask some family and friends for suggestions. My first call was to my mother. I told her I was going to be writing a guest blog and was a little lost for a topic to write about. Her response after all my rambling? “What’s a blog”? I should have seen that one coming, but went on to the next person on my list, which was my sister. I gave her the same information as I gave to my mother, and her response? “Why would they ask YOU, of all people, to be a guest blogger”? I wasn’t feeling the love, so I figured I would try one more person. I called a friend of mine and she said “How about the balloon boy”? Um, how about no.

So, with my head held low, it dawned on me. This blog post is about nothing. Absolutely nothing. Hey, Seinfeld had a multi-million dollar sitcom based on nothing that was on NBC for many season and is still played heavily in syndication to this day. If he can do it, why not me?

seinfeld_cast.jpgIn closing, I would really like to thank Ry for the opportunity to be a Guest Bird on her blog. I actually love the idea so much, that I am
going to look for some guest bloggers to write for my blog. Thanks, Ry!

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