so what do people write in these blogs anyway?

What I've been doing since deciding that I must blog regularly is obsessively reading other peoples' blogs and trying to come up with amazing and interesting things to talk about. Fabulous, witty things that will get trillions of readers (difficult on a planet with only 6 billion people, lots of whom can't read English and might not own a computer). Because that's the way it works, right?

There is just one little problem: I have no amazing commentary on life and I'm not witty. I know how to tell a good story given sufficient revisions, but really that doesn't help a blog. My life is rather boring anyway. Take yesterday. A typical day in the life.

I got up, made husband lunch, and took him to the train station. I got ready for class, fed neighbor's cat, and went to said class. Then I met up with a friend to work on her novel. She has an agent interested in her book and we want to get it into tiptop shape. So we sit around discussing the merits of using a possessive pronoun or an article before a specific noun in a sentence. We get maybe two paragraphs done. I pick up husband from work. We run to the grocery store, go home, make tater tots and Boca "chicken" patties for dinner, watch Return of the Jedi, and play some World of Warcraft (big new stuff yesterday!). Yeah, I'm a nerd. After that he went to bed to read and I stayed up until all hours surfing the internet. Checked on neighbor's cat again. Went to bed.

And now I'm sitting here, sifting through my day and trying to come up with some nugget of brilliance to write this post on and all I can think of is that I really need to clean both my cat's and the neighbor cat's litter boxes today as they're pretty smelly. I am continuing the stereotype of the drivel written in blogs. Yikes.

Oh, but I did learn a new idiom yesterday. "A tuppenny curse." Used as in, "I couldn't give a tuppenny curse if he dates other girls." I love that. Much better than, "I couldn't give a fig..." since I don't buy figs to give anyway. Fig Newtons, on the other hand--actually I don't buy them much either. And as for the posteriors of rats, what exactly does one do to give that? Do you cut off the rat's butt? Is this like a lucky rabbit's foot? I'm not sure I want to know about what you do with rats and their hind ends, thank you.

But a tuppenny curse sounds like going down the street to that wise, old lady and laying down your two pennies to give that irritating co-worker a pimple or something. Knowing me and my interests, I'd be down at her place anyway, poking around, tripping over her cat and getting into her eye of newt and lavender. I'd be casting tuppenny curses on everyone. Don't cut in front of me at the bakery because I have plenty of pennies. So if I'm NOT giving a tuppenny curse, that is some serious not caring.