2005
What’s My Name Again?
So I’m home now and very tired and very glad to be here and very glad to see my little kitten even though she won’t get off my lap and stop digging her claws into my newly minted lovehandles (lots of walking=good; nothing but pasta and ice cream for two weeks=bad) . No sooner had I walked in the door, put down my bags, and sat down to pee, but little Eve was on my lap purring and murring and sharing rather enthusiastically all manner of news that could have waited until I was done using the facilities. The good news is that the house is not a wreck and the kitty princess has exhibited no out-of-the-ordinary psychoses. Her babysitters did very well.
I guess I’ll go to bed now. I’ve been up and traveling (metro, train, plane, van) for close to thirty hours now, and my motion sickness patch is still making me all loopy–blurred vision and dizzyness and no short-term memory and severe clumsiness. Which way is it to my bed again?
p.s. Italy was splendid. The clouds in Florence were particularly ridiculous.
p.p.s. I took over 1,800 photos.
2005
Homecoming
Today Leah called to report that she has left Merry Old Italy and is currently in picturesque New Jersey. Come this time tomorrow, she will return to this site and procrastinate for about two weeks before she shares any info about her trip (and yet another two months of Photoshop preparation before she shares any pictures).
Of course, for us guest writers it means one of two things:
- We leave her house in the same or better condition than it was when we entered. This includes dry-cleaning the fancy doilies we used while we were having tea and Fruit Newtons even though we didn’t spill anything and said doilies are still in pristine condition. Or…
- We frantically rush about trying to put all the lamp shades back on their proper lamps; stuff the makeshift bed sheet togas into the laundry hamper; scrub those puke stains out of the rug; try in vain to glue that vase we accidentally broke back together again; find a cat to replace Princess Eve since we thought she ran away during the wild festivities (even though she has been hiding behind the TV the whole time); and hope that Leah doesn’t notice that her cat has gained significant weight, is now a boy, and smells suspiciously like black shoe polish.
I don’t know about the rest of you guys, but I call lamp shade duty.
2005
Out of Dodge
So soon she will be back… and this is my last entry before the great return, before the great conquerer has her triumphant parade back from Rome.
I have had a little taste of what it means to be a blogger, albeit only as a part-time temporary blogger. I have written a little about myself on the web for all to see, and I have had strangers leave comments about what I’ve written. I can see why those that blog have such an addiction.
However, I also know why I won’t be a blogger on my own, at least not for the time being. Here’s why: there is a serious element of self worth that is destroyed when you go back to the page, and there’s only a few comments. Oooh, that is the pits. I spent like a half hour writing about myself, and only a few people comment?
Now, I jumped onto the Leah wagon for my very first try, which means that there was already a built in readership waiting for the juicy morsels I was sending out. If I were to start my own blog, it would have to start from scratch! Jeez, how long would it take to become enough of an internet celebrity bofore I could garner 5 comments on my own, without riding on the wings of an already popular girl like you-know-whom?
A long time, that’s how long. And I haven’t the patience for it.
So I hope that you out there have at least skimmed over what I wrote in Beautiful Leah’s absence, as it was the basis for my entire sense of self-worth over the past few weeks. (you know I’ll be pestering her to share her stats with me, and you know that she probably won’t. she is stubborn, that Leah…)
So it was fun, thanks for reading my few meager entries, and blah blah blah.
Love,
Jeannie
