Comment Confessional

I started a post on my personal stance on comments then I remembered "Mamarazzi" and her Friday confessional. I had a super good time the last time I participated so I decided to enter the booth and confess my little heart out this week:

So here goes:

I confess that I have in the past left comments on "the big blogs" in hopes that maybe they will visit mine and fall in like with me and my ideas. I confess that I am getting over my hopes for 15 minutes of fame and looking more for entertainment and ideas in blogville. I don't join every linky party because frankly I don't have the time or the energy to author posts and take pictures just so someone will come visit me. Image from Home Grooming

I confess that I look through my "dashboard" pretty much everyday at all the blogs I follow. However, if the picture or the super short description doesn't catch my eye I don't bother to go read to whole thing. Image borrowed

I confess that I am a woman a VERY FEW WORDS. I've said it before and I'll say it again. I am not a woman who participates in idle chit chat. Now, I can listen like nobody's business, but I don't go on and on about a multitude of topics. I confess that I only comment on about 8% of the posts I read in a given day. Now, that can vary if I am reading on my phone or on the computer (for basic reasons of the ease of typing). Some blogs I read daily-I'm talking never miss a new post-but I have NEVER commented on them.

I confess that if you get a comment from me it is 99% of the time way more than a "nice job." When I comment on something it really struck a chord with me.

I confess that that last "I confess" sounds like I think I am the Dalai Lama or something. But seriously, if you hear from me on your blog I am totally sincere in whatever I say. And the comment is usually pretty long.

I confess that my attitude on commenting was solidified when I thought about the relationshop between bloggers. When we, as bloggers, write a post it is like having a conversation with someone. If we were having a conversation face-to-face about your latest project I would come up with something more genuine to say than "nice job." I decided that commenting is like a conversation. So, for a woman a few words, I chose where I comment and the things I say very carefully.

I confess that just because I haven't commented on your blog does not mean I am not inspired by you or something you have said or done. I find inspiration daily and am grateful for each of you and the gifts you bring to the cyber-table. Thank you for taking the time and energy to share your life and the things that are important to you. Thank you Mamarazzi for hosting this fun party. I know I don't join in every week, but for me (let's all say it together-a woman of few words) it is hard to say so much every week! Image from yoga and yogurt

All the posters without a link were created by me from the website

www.keepcalm-o-matic.co.uk.

I'm done now, well one more poster because I can!

I Confess...

I'm really not the type to do a blog post just to join a party (that's just too much work!)

But I met Mamarazzi the other day (not IRL) and I have been thinking

confessional thoughts ever since.

My Friday Confession is all centered around this:

I am a teacher and I love my job, but I also have a love/hate relationship with snow days.

I long for those unplanned days in the middle of the week that I get to sleep in and hang out in sweats all day, but after a week of no school my confession is that

I LOATHE SNOW DAYS!!

For many reasons. I am going to tell you most of them.

Reason #1 I loathe snow days:

My house is a disaster. Craft projects and dirty dishes are covering what seems to be every square inch. I can't keep up with these kids!

Reason #2 I loathe snow days:

Snow clothes. Everywhere.

The kids go outside for like 30 seconds, get cold, come inside and make hot chocolate, then want me to help them get dressed again to go back out. Makes me grit my teeth just thinking about it.

Reason #3 I loathe snow days:

For some reason I get very lazy and my bed doesn't get made. An unmade bed sets a bad tone for my day

(I know I sound like a freak, but it does make me feel better to know my bed is made.)

Reason #4 I loathe snow days:

I eat way too much. Snow days do not bring out the best in me!

However, in true love/hate relationship fashion, here are a few things I have accomplished:

Got a room repainted. My house has 13 rooms and I have painted 17 of them-yes a few have been repainted in the 15 months we have lived here.

I have bagged up all these outgrown kids' clothes to take to a friend who has a consignment store!

I got some sewing done.

Also, I have been able to keep this blog a little more updated! Maybe snow days aren't ALL bad. Not that I want another week being homebound with 3 kids and 3 dogs!

I'm off to put something away. again. Then clean up a puddle of melted snow. again. Then go eat another brownie. again. Maybe I still loathe snow days!!