Anyone know how to reach Anonymous?

Over time, this blog has become a creative outlet for me to express myself to a community that I’ve come to appreciate and connect with.  It’s also become a cathartic release for me.  And a way for me to use big words on days when I often just utter monosyllable sentences.

But it didn’t begin that way.  In the beginning, I wrote only for me.

I started this blog in early spring of this year.  My original intent was never to make this blog public.   It began as a way for me to capture my thoughts about parenthood and to record some of the moments my children created for me that I knew I would eventually forget.  It began as the digital baby book to replace the shoebox of memorabilia that I had never actually put in their real baby books.

And so, I began writing.  I went back and found all of the post-it note chicken scratches I had stashed away in a shoebox.  Then I painstakingly transcribed them into chronologically ordered blog posts.  And once I had that done, I wrote some more.

I didn’t post every week in the beginning.  But if something noteworthy happened with the kids that day, I’d jot it down onto a sticky so it wouldn’t be permanently lost in my mental vacuum.  And at the end of the day, it went into the blog.

I never envisioned anyone besides myself and possibly my immediate family would ever actually read it.

Anonymous changed all that.

After I had been writing for a few months, I got my first comment.  Left by Anonymous.  There was no email address.  Or link to a website.  And it wasn’t eloquently worded or verbose… just a few simple lines, and a smiley face emoticon.  But that comment changed the way I looked at my writing.

All of the sudden, I knew someone was reading.  And that knowledge has motivated me more than I can express.  When I’m tired.  Or sick of blogging.  Or simply unmotivated to put my thoughts into words.

I need to acknowledge Anonymous more often.  Because, I admit, I get caught up in numbers sometimes.  It’s hard not to.

Sometimes I’ll dash something off after I’ve had a few beers late a night.  And sometimes, the next morning, I’m pleasantly surprised to find that a) I don’t sound like a complete drunken idiot and b) there are 20 comments waiting for me.  In my book, comments are almost as good as beer.

Other nights, I’ll pour my little heart out into a post, and decree it the best thing I’ve written.  Ever.  And the next morning, I’m dismayed to find that either a) I do sound like a drunken idiot or b) there are exactly 0 folk(s) that had anything to say about it.

It makes me a little sad.  But really, it shouldn’t.  Because I know that even if they didn’t comment, Anonymous is reading.

And you never know who else is reading.  Every once in a while, I’ll run into a colleague at work, or get a note from a friend who said they enjoyed something I wrote the other day.  Interestingly enough, none of these people had ever left a comment.  Heck, I didn’t even know they knew I had a blog.  But something I had written in a semi-incoherent midnight blogging session either seemed funny enough, interesting enough, or absurd enough, that they took the time to mention it to me.

But back to the original Anonymous.  If you’re out there, Anonymous, I’d like to personally thank you.  You, my friend, are my favorite and first reader.  If you happen to be reading this, please leave me a comment with how I can get in touch with you, because I have a six pack of beer with your name on it.

I write for me.  But I also write for you, Anonymous.  Because you’ll never know how much that first comment meant to me.

Kludgy Mom

Four random reasons I’m sticking with Blogger

You hear a lot in the bloggy world about how WordPress is so much better than Blogger.  And to that I say, “Pshaw.”

Now, I’ve worked extensively with both platforms.  And granted, WordPress can do some pretty cool things.  But for me, the clear choice is Blogger.  Here are four random reasons why:

Blogger is free

And I am nothing if not cheap.  The thought of paying money to self-host my blog does not sit well with me.  Because for the price of hosting, I could buy some eight cases of Bud Light.  Or that pair of shoes I’ve had my eye on.  Really, which would you pick?

Blogger gives me downtime

Once in a blue moon,  I’ll have issues with Blogger.  Like comments will randomly disappear.  Or posts will be lost.  Or I’ll be unable to view my blog at all.

Much like the Twitter fail whale, I actually embrace these issues.  They add hours back into my day, and give me an excuse to do something besides tinkering around with the blog.  I like to look at the positives in everything.

Blogger has some sweet widgets

While searching for widgets for the B2S/B2B challenge, I stumbled upon some random goodies.  I was delighted to find that Blogger has a plethora of gadgets to enhance the value of your blog.  Honestly, when you can choose between gadgets featuring Mr. T Quotes, random Winnie the Pooh images, and countdown clocks to the next Shrek movie release, it’s really hard to pick one.

However, I did find one little gem in my searches.  If you’re reading this on anything besides a reader, you may have noticed the little toolbar that displays at the top of the page when you scroll down.  I thought I’d try it out for a while, and it’s growing on me.  If you’d like to get your own, you can find it over at

Blogger is simple

Okay, so WordPress may have random options like threaded comments, widgets out the wazoo, and templates you can customize ten ways to Sunday.  Some people may see these as good.  I see them as time sucks.

Simply put, I spend too much time on my blog as it is.  I know that if I switched to WordPress, I’d spend all of my time customizing and tinkering around with random gadgets and gizmos, rather than getting anything done around the house.  The laundry would never be done, we’d order pizza most nights for dinner, and the house would be a mess.  And, trust me, none of that ever happens now with Blogger.

So, thank you, Blogger, for saving me hours of time. I love you.  I really do.

Kludgy Mom

header 150x150
The WoW is random.

Warning: Tasteless middle school humor

These are actual, unedited, comments I’ve received on this blog.  They fit so perfectly together, I fashioned them into a crass conversation between two friends.  Can you find yours?

I’ll be 80 and still find Uranus hysterical. 

What an awesome perspective you have!  Heaven only knows my husband probably loves his more than he loves me. 

Sheesh!  Depending on the size of Uranus, that could be a heck of a lot of love. We’re nearly in that same boat.  My husband is the same way. 

My condolences.  For shame, husband. For shame.  Although, I’m sure my husband is counting the days (minutes) until it breaks so he can justify a new, sleeker one! 

We just keep waiting for ours to kick the bucket. But we’re hoping it holds out until tax return time. And I’m the tech person in our house, so I am going to have to get some outside help when we do upgrade, because I’m clueless times ten. 

Something tells me an upgrade that is not quite as well-endowed physically will be on your doorstep before football starts! 

Tee-hee.  Uranus. Whomever named that planet must have been on some weird crap that day.    Maybe it was all the Beavis and Butthead growing up.

comment love letter

Suffice to say, I love my commenters.  It’s nice to know there are others in bloggyland who share my tasteless middle school humor. 

Disclaimer: I cheated a bit and used comments from two weeks ago (I actually wrote this post last week, but didn’t make it in time to link up).  Thanks to Liz, over at BBCD for coming up with this idea. 

Poop, food, and a surprise nugget

It was so cathartic doing Friday Flip-Offs last week that I’m back for more.  This time, I’m keeping it short and sweet… and throwing in a little surprise at the end.  Here goes:

To the Diaper Genie in Chip’s room.  Flip off.  You clearly do not work in containing the stench, as it smells like something died in there.  If I could make one wish, Genie, it would be that you would actually do your job.

To Booyah.  I won’t flip you off, because I love you.  But smearing poo across the bathroom floor is simply unacceptable.  If you have a dingleberry, come see me, and I will help you take care of it.  In the meantime, flip off, poo smears.

And finally, to blog posts with pictures in it like this… flip off.

Let it be noted, my finger is not aimed towards the blog or the blogger, but towards these posts and photos that keep popping up in my Google reader late at night.

Because these pictures are evil.  I don’t even like chocolate that much, but I was still licking my computer screen.  I cannot tell you how many times I have been driven to late night snacking because this particular blogger wrote a food post that made me positively salivate.  Her posts have sent me downstairs to reheat the Mac ‘n Cheese I served my own kids for dinner… many a time.

With that, I’m giving Gigi at Klugy Mom an award of my own… the first ever Deliciously Evil Award.

There are no stipulations or rules with this award.  It has the cash equivalent of one meeelioon dollars.  And it comes with just one feeble request.

Pretty please, with organic whipped cream on top, could you please do a food post on carrot sticks and celery?  My butt would sure thank you for it.

What happens at Grammie’s, stays at Grammie’s

Except for when it doesn’t.

My husband took the kids down to Grammie’s for the weekend so mom could have a few days off.  He’s a good egg, that one.

Two things that did not stay at Grammie’s?

1.  The giant, three foot long snake that was won at the fair.  No household would be complete without one.

2.  A two pound bag of salt water taffy that mysteriously found its way home.  And visual proof that, while at Grammie’s, copious amounts of sugar are consumed.

Not that there was any doubt.  But now I have evidence.  And a giant orange snake.

We love you, Grammie.

And now, on to some bloggy stuff.

A few kind souls have given me some blog awards lately, and I’ve been remiss in getting a thank-you note written.  My mother would be shocked at my manners.  A big thank you to Lindsay at Barefoot Adventures and Ethnically Ambiguous for sending the Versatile Blogger Award, and Cameron at Ingenue Mom for the Cherry on Top Award.

Second, I’m kind of tickled that over the weekend, I became a made man in the Nerd Mafia, run by Liz, KLZ and Natalie.  I actually see myself more like Carmella Soprano, but mafia wives aren’t included in their hierarchy.  I’m still looking for a good place where I can proudly display this button:

word up yo,vocabulary meme,nerd mafia

And lastly, I have a little question for you.  Your eyes aren’t fooling you; I once again changed the colors/background on the blog.  I get bored easily, plus I like switching out the picture in the header now and then.  Since apparently I am not the only one reading this anymore, I am simply curious how others feel about blog changes every 2-3 months.  Is it:

  1. Fresh and fun.  I hated your last color scheme anyway.
  2. Annoying as all get out.  Just pick one and stick with it already.
  3. Not something I ever noticed.  I’m colorblind/so fascinated by the words I don’t look at the colors/only reading your blog through a feed reader.
  4. Of no consequence to me.  I’m only here to see pictures of my grandkids, anyway.