Bad Blog Mommy

I have been a bad blog mommy of late. I have allowed my blog to sit unattended and, at times, unbathed, for far too long. I would like to place blame on Sarah Palin, the University of Wisconsin Colleges, and Buddy, to start.

I have been having a hard time dealing with the wallop packed by the beginning of the academic year. You see, colleges and universities have this genteel etiquette of giving new faculty less responsibility in their first year. It was lovely back when I was new, and the only committee meetings I had to attend dealt with potlucks and the occasional campus event. However, as I begin my second year at a professor, I feel like it was a mean, mean trick to convince me that I really like my job, and then add twice the work. I am struggling to recapture that feeling of warm-fuzziness that was a regular part of my first-year experience, and in the meantime, I am disoriented and confused by the amount of meetings, charts, bylaws and agendas.

But enough whining. We did something very cool this morning: we bought 5 dozen ears of corn and par-boiled and then cut it off the cob. We now have 18 bags of corn (3 cups per bag) to last us all winter long.




Geez, I don't know. Maybe I complain too much. Maybe Sarah Palin is right -- we can have it all!

Comments!?

I am new to blogging. I have been reading a few choice blogs -- dooce & postsecret are favorites -- for a few years. However, the experience of writing publicly and putting it "out there" is all new. And the most surprising thing to me is how attached I am to your readership and comments. I check for comments every morning. Before I check email. I want to see who is reading, what they have to add to the conversation, or what smart-ass things are brought forth. It is embarrassing and a mark of cyber-uncool to admit how much I want you to comment on what I am writing.

I love that some of you have told me you are reading this regularly (even if you are not commenting). I have to admit that I have gotten a little dictatorial about the whole thing. I have even gone so far as to refuse to tell my mother a story because "It is on my blog." This is an ongoing game we have been playing as my mother has not yet looked at this site. Perhaps it is because she does not love me enough (something I used to say as a child to manipulate her into acquiescence). However, according to her it is a political statement. She told me flat out: "I don't read blogs." My mother is a woman of principle and I do not expect her to post comments any time soon.