News – and a Note from Michael’s Mommy

Big news! Jeremy over at Discovering Dad has some big news! Go check it out and see what I mean.

In a related story, my wife and I were discussing the blogosphere in general, and how obsessed I can get some of us can get about blogging, and all that it entails.

That is, I was moping about my rank according to various meters, and how I was not satisfied with the way things are.

“I can’t believe my rank! It’s pathetic! I’ll have to post today. Hardly anyone posts on the weekends. If I post then their RSS feeds will buzz and everyone will zip over here and put my numbers up.”

“Why?”

“Because I have to!”

“Why?”

“What, are you Michael? My numbers are down.”

“So this is all about ego?”

Ouch. “No! It’s about… well, okay, yes. It is. And it shouldn’t be.”

“No, it shouldn’t.”

“This is just about Michael and his sisters and the goofy stuff they do, and how I write it down so that we’ll remember it later.”

“Right.”

“So I shouldn’t be concerned about the numbers. But I want people to read it! I want everyone to know about it!”

“Why?”

“So I can feel like I did something great! Every man has to feel that he’s made some big mark in the world, left some great impression, done some amazing deed that will be long remembered. I finally found something I think I can do pretty well. Don’t you think I can write pretty well?”

She nods. I know that when she runs out of words and starts resorting purely to body gestures, that my point, though valid, is going in a very bad direction.

“I’m not doing so good with my argument, am I?”

She shakes her head no.

“I should just stop right where I am, huh?”

She nods.

“Okay. I’ll just leave it then, and I won’t mention my numbers or hits or anything any more. I’ll be satisfied with whatever there is, and I’ll post what I post when I post it. I’ll just leave comments on other’s blogs because I want to encourage them.”

So I sit down to read some of my favorite blogs, and find out that one of them had to rush off because his wife is going to have a baby. I announce this fact to my wife, who has moved on to cleaning.

“You’re all nuts! Do you have to write about everything? Do you write about what you’re doing in the bathroom? ‘I grabbed another square of TP to wipe my butt…’”

“Hey,” I start. “I’ve read some blogs by women who were posting while having a baby!”

She stopped, and gave me that look. “That is beyond comprehension,” she said. “I guess I’ll just never understand this obsession with blogging you have.”

I saw her point.

So naturally, I had to write about it.

And if she doesn’t like this after I post it, and she gets mad enough at me for making her look like a curmudgeon, then I’ll probably be taking a hiatus for a while to smooth things over. Because that is the kind of husband I am.

Finally, I have to relate that I’ve just now given Michael a second heaping bowl of Fruity Pebbles. We’ll have to sit on an aisle seat at church today because I’m certain we’ll be called out by the child care center after Michael performs a true Technicolor yawn in their presence. Such is life.