Why I keep coming back
You know how in 12-step programs, everyone claps at the end of meetings and says, "Keep coming back, man!" Well, maybe you don't know but you've heard. From a friend. Or a roommate or whatever.
The point is that you may struggle but when in doubt, just keep coming back to meetings, one at a time. I've heard before (from a friend or roommate or whatever) that coming back in those iffy moments is what holds a recovery together.
Before I get any deeper into this metaphor which cannot be a sane or valid metaphor to make, let me get to my point (oh my God, if I was in a 12-step meeting, I've just realized I'd be the rambly grrrl who everyone claps for and says "Keep coming back, sister!" before she is actually done talking...sigh).
The reason I am coming back (to the old blog -- see? bad metaphor) is this here best bloggy thing ever.
Oh. Hell. Naw.
Or rather: Oh. Hello Kittification. Naw.
Not only does this blog banner alone make me laugh, the whole post had me rolling. Oh, and considering how I might look with some sarcastic Hello Kitty arm-piece when I'm blogging at 92.
How can you not come back to post when you read something like, "...common decency is suspended and the sacrilege event of mixing Hello
Kitty with other pop culture icons –which should not happen in the
worst of nightmares — is common place" ?
Who would I tell? My preschooler (who thinks anything with the words poop and face in the same sentence are pure hilarity)? My parents (who also as retired folk think many things about poop are far too funny)? I get enough courtesy laughs in my offline life, my friends. I had to come back just to get a real, virtual chuckle along with me. It wasn't even a choice anymore. I had to post to share this with you, oh internets. To share my blogcovery with you.
Consider me standing and clapping my friends. Standing and clapping.
Reader Comments (2)
Oh and your facebook status (is exhaused after t-ball) is another lol.