What ‘They’ Had to Say

I read a lot of blogs. No, really, a LOT. If I tried to comment on all of them, all of the time, I would have no time to work (whereby I would not be able to pay my bills, or eat, vital to survival, and Internet access, which is just about as vital); would have no time to work on This D*mn House (and since I wouldn’t have any money, I couldn't do any projects so it would be a moot point anyway; not that I would have had time for my own blog, You get the idea.

But … as I’ve been reading, every once in a while, someone writes something that I either a) am deeply moved by b) am completely and uncontrollably amused by or c) am so in sync with that I find myself nodding (as if the writer could see it). So I thought, “Hey, wouldn’t it be awesome if I shared some of these great lines with all of you?”

And so I did. And mind you, these are just some of them and just from the last month or so! I’ve linked directly to the blog post (rather than the site itself) that each excerpt came from so you can go and read it in all of its glory. Besides, if you aren’t reading these folks already, perhaps you should be. (And no, they aren’t all housebloggers either!)

*From Jen over at Casa de Lovely: “Nothing gets you feeling better about impending bills, permits and smelling like cat pee than destroying things with a hammer.”
*From Elaine at Bless This DIY Mess: “Just when we think we’re closing in on a kind of closure—a pretty little before-and-after diptych to post—instead, little tornadoes spring up all over the house.”
*From Liz at A Constructed Life: “Until I had a baby, I did not know that my neighbor across the street leaves for work at 4 a.m., that cable becomes almost 100 percent paid programming after 3 a.m. and that our daily newspaper arrives promptly at 5 a.m. every morning. I have watched numerous sunrises while holding my daughter and have yet to see a single one more magnificent than she is.”
*From Stacy Horn at Satan’s Fur Puppets: “I read though all of Toshi’s online diary yesterday and made myself cry. His death is hitting me harder now than it did at the time and it really upset me at the time. I saw sad then, but it feels inexcusably tragic and wrong now. I think I appreciate more how short a time we have to begin with and how much people who die young are gypped.”
*From Maggie at Okay.Fine.Dammit: “The last two winters are a black and heavy snowfall on my belly, not the clean redemption kind, not the fairy tale film kind, but rather the messy sludge, the suffocating sort, the deep, ugly freeze that holds me powerless with a predictability that makes me feel murderous.”
*From my MEF the MonkeyGirl at Chirping Monkeys: “No offense to the grandmas out there, but I figured I would be closer to retirement when I became a grandma and would be doing things like attending bus tours with my friends rather than hitting the local pubs and listening to alt rock.
*From KayO at Dear Dominik: “I drove six blocks to Dobbs - on a now REALLY flat tire. It sounded awful. I passed a couple of stadium groundskeepers in a golf cart and hollered out the window, "I know!" - lest they chase me down to tell the dumb broad that she had a flat.”
*From Brian at The Cheek of God: “Blogs like mine are the materials of solitude. And those of us who do this with no hope for immediate monetary gain become deliberately myopic, choosing not to focus on how far the words reach or on how broadly the ripples may spread, but instead are content with the nearness of the task at hand, the crafting of these invitations that we hang on our digital doorposts.”
*From Star at Star, Simplified: “A rubber mallet is good for things where a metal hammer would hit too hard or leave a mark. You can use it to pound stakes in, to force parts together and to break things apart. It would make a super weapon for either throwing or conking heads. Sometimes I just like to walk around swinging it because, if you have a rubber mallet in your hand, people aren’t going to mess with you! It gives me a macho sense of power.”
*From Vicki at NotSoSAHM: “There’s a difference though between the simple lines of modern furniture or getting rid of all your personal belongings down to 100 items (and that dude totally copped out) and living a truly simple life. … The only room in the house that is heated is the kitchen. They’ve been forced to have indoor plumbing (that right there would have sealed the deal for me. No indoor toilet? Vicki will not be Amish, thankyouverymuch).

This was too fun. Hope you thought so, too. You know I’ll have to do it again!