Hello there, old friends

I don’t know where I am going in the blogging world. I don’t even(especially) know where I am going in the real world. I know I want to do some pretty tremendous things in both of these dimensions, though. What is holding me back (in both cases)? Fear. Fear of failure, and stress (and, well, quite frankly, time). I want to do that thing where I say I am going to do my best to worry less about everything (in life and the blogosphere), and just write and let the words flow, and I am going to get back on top of things, blah blah blah… But that wouldn’t be fair to anyone, because who the hell knows what is going to happen (and if i had to guess I would say I am probably not going to immediately stop stressing about every damn thing, and I would be lying if i said otherwise)?

Here is what I will say: I miss writing to an audience. I get freaked out a lot and worry too much about people disliking what I have to say or just plain disliking me, but in the end I really love reaching out to you–yeah, you, right there, right now, reading my words. Thank you. You are absolutely phenomenal. Now here is what I am going to do: Shut up about my anxiety, shut up the whining about how I never blog and why I don’t blog and yada yada…and I am just going to jump back in, and see what happens.

Go.

So, I have 3 things I just want to share with you lovely, lovely people:

Numero uno:

I need to brag about how awesome my damn boyfriend is. Not only has he been my best friend and so much more than that for..hmm…about 5 years now (holy hell, really? wow, okay, gross–moving on), he is also, get this, a freaking spectacular guy, who does phenomenally cool things. (Can you believe he would stay with a lady like me, who embarasses him like this, for THAT LONG??) Any-who, cutting to the chase– My honey Matthew Tate (previously author of OverTheBoards and co-author of SportsDudes) is the new official Capitals blogger for Kukla’s Korner! Hell yes! Do yourself a favor, hockey fans, and go check that shit out. He does a damn good job. The only way I can see it getting even better is if he will go on and name me his official editor, because you know I just love fixing typos, and I am going to read every post anyway (and I am awesome! And modest!)! (Okay, he is actually pretty good with fixing them himself, don’t let my teasing make you think otherwise, I simply must poke fun.) So yeah, you won’t meet many men that know hockey like mine does (or sports for the matter) and you sure as hell won’t find many that know it and can write it. Click on some of those wonderful links and follow him through this upcoming hockey season and beyond. Go ahead and follow him on Twitter @FStreetTate to hear more sports and other good stuff. Oh! And follow me too @Danicngbarefoot!

Numero dos:

I just finished reading a really great book by Peggy Orenstein, also a pretty swell blogger–and basically if you are a mom, dad, aunt, uncle, grandparent, women, or man, (or anything far off or in between) then I believe you should read it too. It is titled Cinderella Ate My Daughter: Dispatches from the Front Lines of the Girlie-Girl Culture. Orenstein gives amazing insight, advice, and eye-opening information. I simply loved it, and think this women is the bee’s knees.

And now, Numero tres:

My darling sister shared a delightful music video with me yesterday, and I think it is just fantastic, sends a great message, and is very catchy! Ladies, this is for you:

Love, Love, Love Your Vagina (Warning: If you find the title of the link offensive, aw hell, click it anyway you coward!)

Th-th-th-th-th-that’s all folks! Well, that’s all for now, anyway. Thanks for your time!

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(Dani)osaur

Blog Recommendation

This women is awesome, and I highly recommend anything she has written or writes in the future.  Quirky, and funny and endearing and a little bit cynical.  I can dig it.

“Abstainance 101

My friend Jennifer works with teenagers and she sent me this little blurb they use to inspire the teens. (I used to work with teens too, before they gave me a nervous breakdown. Really, you can’t inspire teens. They are like Jell-O. Jell-O that hates everything.) She wants to know how if I think this little blurb will inspire girls not to sleep around. Here’s the blurb:

Girls are like

apples on trees. The best

ones are at the top of the tree.

The boys don’t want to reach for

the good ones because they are afraid

of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they

just get the rotten apples from the ground

that aren’t as good, but easy. So the apples

at the top think something is wrong with

them, when in reality, they’re amazing.

They just have to wait for the right

boy to come along, the one

who’s brave enough

to climb

all the way

to the top

of the tree.

My comments:

Or you have to wait until you are so sick of being high and mighty and horny that you decide to shake loose a little and become rotten.

That’s what happened to me.

But why are the boys boys and the girls apples getting eaten? And why are the boys eating rotten apples? WTF is wrong with boys? Is this an oral sex parable? I’m confused.

And she got really cross with me and was like, “this is serious” and “how else are you going to prevent teens from sleeping around” and I told her the only thing preventing me from sleeping around as a teenager was the fact that my dad was a war veteran from Angola and threatened to shoot my boyfriends in the knee. And then I suggested that she calls my dad to come threaten the boys in the class because he is retired now and my mom is always saying how nice it would be for him to find “a little job to get him out of the house”. And maybe we can expand the business so he can shoot them in the knees for talking about Twilight too much.

She hasn’t taken me up on the offer. Yet.”

She is the Loch Ess Monster on Blogspot and here is a link.  Enjoy!

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Dani