Guest post by brit. brit can usually be found blogging on her blog, Running Stitch, when it is not broken. Right now it is brokedy broke broken. Fixed! Zoot is the bomb!! But this place?. Zoot’s place, is all pretty and not broken. Zoot may never be able to get brit to leave. Except that she does have admin privliges and she may change the password if brit gets too comfy. Also brit is not a double dipper (see 100 things about Zoot, its’ around here somewhere) so that is a way to get brit to leave. Lick everything.
That sounds gross. And Awkward. Very, very awkward. And gross.
Even though I’m all fixed I just wanted to go ahead and post this last post here. It was really fun meeting you all yesterday! See you around the blogosphere!
On my blog (fixed! Sorta!) I usually title my post with lyrics from songs. Why? Because it’s my blog, that’s why. But more because, often times song lyrics tell me more of where I am then the title of a post would. Much like I rely on my blog as a online scrapbook (note to self, get hard copy next time!) I rely on the title of my post to put me in the mood I was in when I was writing that post, and probably what I was listening too.
Sometimes I even have songs on repeat while I write, to keep that feeling going. Sometime it is a cheesy song I heard on the radio, sometimes it is a classic rock and roll, and sometimes it is just a personal favorite that speaks to me, who I once was, and who I now am.(those are usually ani). I haven’t found the right song for this post yet, but by the end I should have a good title for you….and you can guess what song it is. It’s like a contest! With no prizes! Hello economic downturn, work with me.
According to Cagey’s comments on yesterday’s guest post by me (guest poster brit!) I have been reading Zoot since 2005. What, I ask you, is the reason I keep coming back? 2005 is a long time ago on bloggy land. Long enough that many of the blogs I followed faithfully at that time no longer exist. Some have morphed into other blogs or have simplied fallen by the way side.
Rockstar Mommy? Anyone remember her?
Some blogs I read because they are written by friends, and I can keep up with them that way, it’s like a peak into their lives, the part I’m not a part of. But truthfully I wouldn’t read them if we weren’t. Zoot and I became friends through our blogs. Friends who have only met in RL once. Once! Crazy and yet she is often the recipient of frantic emails from me or grumpy emails or Look! Twilight Preview! Pretty! emails.
We have a lot in common, Zoot and I we are both moms’, with blogs. We both love diet coke and chocolate, especially if accompanied by books about wizards and or werewolves. We are both runners (and by runners I mean, we have running shoes and have gone to actual races….sure you probably would beat us, but we are persistent!) but we have lots of things not in common. She lives in Alabama, I live in Washington State. She has seen High School Musical, I have not. She understands what is wrong with my blog, I do not. She can take good pictures, I can not. She works outside the home, I work at home (beside that whole mama thing and making sure the house doesn’t burn down, I’m a college instructor for online classes). I constantly flirt with the idea of homeschooling my five year old (don’t tell my husband-his eyes do this weird twitchy thing) she does not. I’m pretty sure. Although we haven’t talked about it.
So what is it that keeps me coming here day after day. Post after post? Not just the adorable baby cheeks but Zoot herself. Zoot puts herself out there. She talks about things I’m not comfortable talking about much of the time but that I relate to. Like poop and bra size. Why am I not comfortable? Because my mother reads my blog. That’s right and when she doesn’t someone else will tell her (just like my child hood only with the print screen option).
I love Zoot. She is selfless when I call her crying that my blog is down, she assures me that she will fix it. She doesn’t say “figure it out your self!” or “hello send me 1000 dollars and I’ll think about helping your” or the worst response, the silence……”uh brit, who?”. No her response is “of course!” As soon as I’m done working, mothering, running, geeking out, walking dogs, helping with homework, I”m there for you …
She stays up till 11pm working on problems, I go to bed much earlier and I get up early just like she does, so I dont’ know how she operates on just 5 hours of sleep and still manages to be so awesome.
Today in her blog post she called me her mom role model and that is about the nicest thing anyone could say to me. I take my Mama job very seriously, and as I watch these days in my little boys live flying past I often wonder if I”m doing the right thing or the best thing. Sometimes though I just give up and do the fun thing.
LilZ is much older than my boys. And though I tell her that she is my role model, that I want to have the relationship with my sons that she has with hers. Miss Zoot never listens.
Though I tell her that I may sew but she can do coding that is beautiful and that I want to be like her too. She never listens.
Maybe she’ll listen to us all, if we leave a lovely round of applause for her today on her blog. I know this weekend is going to be hard for her. Let’s take a moment to love her a little.
Zoot….you rock my world.
Today on my own site, I wrote about this quilt, I just finished. Thank you Zoot for giving me my site back. You’re my favorite.