I have been swept up into the hurricane of Bloggerland and can’t find my red shoes, damn it! They were around here somewhere, just a month ago. (Yes, I know it was a tornado, but I think hurricane sounds better). Either way, it’s an amazing ride and I have become quite addicted.




Proof positive, take note of my delightful little home before I started blogging! Clean, neat, everything in its place. Not bad, huh?












Now, sad but true, check out the scourge it has become… My personal little opium den of the blogosphere. Do you think it’s sin to make coffee in a French press with Folgers? Yikes!
It’s deplorable, I know, but I can’t help myself. I have become, dare I say, a blogger stalker! Yes, I confess, I can’t get enough of that funky stuff. I read your stuff, his stuff, her stuff, sad stuff, funny stuff and the best stuff. I want to try them all! I love photoblogs, political blogs, online diaries of Americans living overseas and fashion blogs. It is the best kind of voyeurism and I don’t have to leave my house. Hopefully, reading all of these blogs will only make my blog better because I certainly do not want to be the one who comes off looking like a schmo!

This experience has also given me a bird’s eye view into the life of a junkie. I am now, so ardently devoted to blogs, blogging, bloggers and Blogland that I actually hear Olivia Newton John singing “I’m Hopelessly Devoted To Yuuuuuuuuuuu,” whilst I am typing away at my computer. This scares me. Oh, not the addiction, but that song. I never liked that song and don’t remember the rest of the lyrics with good reason. Do not take this as a personal affront to Olivia Baby, because let’s face it, she rocks and looks damn good for a woman her age. I should look so amazing. But, I grew up with Humble Pie, Jefferson Airplane and Ritchie Havens, so Olivia popping into my head where she doesn’t belong is down right spooky!

I have become one of those people where every little incident that happens in my life gives me pause, and I think to myself, “Whoa doggies! I can blog about this!” My friends and family are none too happy and are becoming a bit paranoid around me. See example:

Sister, “Did you hear about… wait, you cannot blog about this.”

Me, “I won’t blog about it, spill it.”

Sister, “Pinky swear you will not blog about this.”

Me, “Damn, I swear already,”

Just gettin’ the gossip has become quite the challenge. I should never have told anyone I started a blog. I should have kept it my little secret, like any good addiction. I even googled blogging addictions and there are actual sites where one can get help. I was quite taken back. Am I one of thooooooose? Withdrawal symptoms? Oh, really? I have decided I will never in my life have to worry about withdrawal symptoms because I am never going to stop blogging. I am going to blog like hell into my old age then, they can send my ashes into Blogger Heaven when I’m gone.