Although I am hesitant to disclose yet MORE personal information about myself, I am burdened by my inadequacies. I am even more desperate for answers to my nagging questions.
My confessions seem to have liberated some in cyberspace and I am happy for even the small breakthroughs my insanity has initiated. Currently I am struggling with the question, “When have I said too much?”
If you get to know me too well, I may lose your vote for president in 4 years. As a matter of fact, DON’T VOTE FOR ME. Our world will be safer that way. Imagine the scandal if my panties show up in one of those black limos, or worse, on the White House lawn!
Besides, there is so much I don’t know. That’s what is weighing heavy on me. Contrary to my children’s belief that I dropped out of school in the second grade, I am educated (technically); however, I find large gaps of knowledge missing from my simple mind…especially in bloggerspace.
The Texas Woman gave a wonderful definition of “blogships” yesterday and that got me thinking (scary, but hang on, I think this idea is a good one) that I need a dictionary of bloggerisms.
In one comment, I read ROFL. Puzzled, I thought, Running On Full Legs…since that’s what I do daily. I kept reading and it just didn’t seem to fit the context of the comment. With dawning realization it hit me (like a lightening bolt) – Rolling On The Floor Laughing. Am I right?
I struggle with so many more of these terms. Perhaps it’s because I don’t text often. In fact, I hate using the phone. Perhaps it’s because I’m electronically challenged. After all, I’m still playing Atari – “an old people’s game,” according to my son’s friends.
When I recently read the word “Meme,” scenes from Gone With The Wind immediately played on my mind’s screen. Didn’t Scarlet have a “Meme?”
Now you KNOW why you cannot possibly vote for me in 4 years. There’s such a lack of knowlege that I don’t think I can possibly be competent for the job. Well, on second thought…maybe I have a chance…just a joke…relax. My mom is already asking to live in White House. Imagine that! No Red Cross bathrooms in the White House mom. You may not like living there after all.