SO! I have a Blogging Buddy! You probably haven't guessed this because I'm such an irresponsible blogger. So I'm telling you.
Everyone, meet my Blogging Buddy, Charity. Charity, this is everyone. Charity's blog is here: Imperfect Happiness. You should go see it. Charity's really good at, well, blogging for one thing. Whereas I'm really good at pouring a second glass of wine and watching Hulu.com until I pass out. We all have our strengths I suppose.
Anyhow, as blogging buddies, our job is to motivate each other to write things and read each other's things that we write and generally provide support and perhaps encourage our own readership (that's you!) to go visit each other's blogs. Charity is very, very good at this. She can find anything I slap down on the internet relevant somehow to something she is thinking about. It's impressive as hell. I am apparently not so good at this as I haven't actually read anyone's blogs in about two weeks and so couldn't possibly begin to tell you how what I'm talking about is relevant to what she's talking about. Probably it's not. Charity tends to think a lot and apply logic to her writing. This is in direct contrast to the way I approach things. Obviously.
So instead of linking to her blog through a relevant passage in my own text, I've decided simply to blog about her.
I have known Charity since junior high. We spent a lot of time writing notes to each other, and I happen to have a BAG full of them right here and have, in fact, just been inadvertently reminded that my friends regularly addressed me as "Dinker" or "Dink" when writing notes to me for some reason that made sense all around back when we were thirteen.
I think Charity will be pleased that I've dug out these notes. Here is an example of why you should go read her blog:
"I decorated my USHISTORY folder. It's abstract art. Actually it looks like a close up of the spots on a cow. Either that or vercose veins." (When you visit her blog, you can ask her to explain what those things could possibly have in common. She'd probably love to discuss it. Also, I'd put money on her knowing how to spell varicose now.) "I like the cow one better. What do you think?" (Honestly, at thirteen, I doubt I had the first clue as to what a vercose vein actually looked like. Being from Ohio, I probably went with cow.) "I try not to." (She means think.) "Whenever it's at all possible, I avoid it." (Yeah, right. She's a total thinker, this one. That's why you ought to go see her blog.) "I've got to stop talking to Tom Downey." (Don't remember Tom Downey very clearly. I don't think she discusses him much in her blog. But still.) "I could get a detention." (Extremely unlikely. Well... maybe for defacing your USHISTORY folder.) (Charity, Note to Jenny, BJHS, 1989; parenthetical asides are mine)
So, in conclusion, "You may have won $15,000,000,000,000,000!!!" (Whoa. That's a lot.) "To claim your prize, you must eat twelve hot dogs," (Jesus) "fifteen ice cream sundaes," (done and done) "five large root beers," (is two glasses of wine acceptable?) "and the order blank included" (uh-oh - haven't seen that in 22 years) "by 2:30 pm on April 28th." (Charity to Jenny, BJHS, Rm 114, April 28, 1989; parenthetical asides are mine.)