Navel gazing for 2011

For those of you who missed it…this was navAl gazing….not that I don’t like sailors but well, you’ll see. This ain’t about that!

Hey, come on in. The toilet is newly plunged and clean, the duct work has been reworked and the laundry is all done. But the house is the mess and no Symdaddy, there is no chocolate cake.

How the hell how y’all been? I’ve been living the life of luxury at my inlaws for the past 10 days.  And by luxury I mean, no changing dirty diapers (Thanks Mad for making up for that TODAY, what the hell? 4 dirty diapers? Yeah, your boom boom is sick.), no meal planning, dish doing, no laundry and no agendas! It was fabulous.

In years past, it usually would only take me 1.5 days before I went stir crazy, making up reasons to go shopping, trolling Target for hours, buying stuff I didn’t need. This year, while I did shop with Adonis (he’s a shopaholic, we’d be in SO MUCH trouble if our little town had a Best Buy or higher end Macy’s.) I was happy to lie on the sofa and sip a cup of coffee and watch my daughter entertain her Nana and Papa.

What I didn’t do was spend time reading blogs or writing. I caught a tweet or two but otherwise was not engaged. It was strange and a relief.

Now, pipe down, don’t get all up in arms. I missed you buggers, each and everyone of you.  Well, not that one dude that ONLY talks about blogs or the gal that does all the giveaways that I NEVER win but the rest of you, were missed.

Wait, there was this one thing, I wasn’t completely honest. I gotta meet a blogger IRL for breakfast while in Dallas.  Naomi of Organic Motherhood with Cool Whip met me for Huevos Mexicanos and some chatting.  She’s fab and I’ll talk more about our meeting in another post. (It was DELIGHTFUL!)

But return home I did and opened up my email. As the counting down to the New Year posts started filling up my inbox I began to think about what I’ve done this year, what I’ve liked and what I wanted to do in 2011.

Obviously the usually weight loss goal will have to wait a few months. (Don’t worry, I’ll be a skinny enough bitch for BlogHer 11…yes I bought my ticket and gonna ROCK the nursing boobs!) We’re putting the house on the market so I’m sort of forced to declutter and organize (should I think about moving EVERY January? I’ll ask Ashley at Another Mom of 2 about THAT one!).

So in scouring Twitter for inspiration I got caught up in a convo about an upcoming blog conference, Bloggy Bootcamp. Being the self appointed ambassador that I am (really, ASS is the new Boobs…Imma gonna insert it in every post/tweet/opportunity that comes my way), I shared a post I wrote about my experience. In looking for that post I came across a few others that I LOVED (ONES I WROTE, HELLO!).

Amazing thing about reading those posts. At once they were familiar and fun and everything I enjoyed about writing and reading blog posts. And yet they were as strange as my more recent posts have felt to me. Somewhere in the business of building my blog into some “ideal” (that yes, I realize, I have YET to obtain.) I lost sight of me and my style, my voice, my quirks.

So my dearest friends, sit back and enjoy the return of the Madness. Sure, there will be the obligatory “writer’s” post because, yes, I do like to use my brain that way but I’m going to step back from the stuff that didn’t feel genuine or that has already bored me to tears and try to write the shit that stirs around in my brain. So if you’re looking for posts written in haiku or rewriting songs more hip than I’ve ever been, I’m happy to point you in the right direction but it won’t be here.

Please join me in a huge sigh of relief.

My mantra: its all about me!

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