I want a do-over...

WRITER'S WORKSHOP PROMPT:

List five things you would do different if you started blogging today.

Hmm, five things huh. I went to a pageant with my girls tonight over at the high school. It was a "beauty" pageant of sorts, only for guys this time not girls. Yes the guys were prancing around in swimsuits and showing off their talents. Funny. But now I'm tired and I don't know if I can think.

Being at the high school caused me to reminisce a bit and I wondered if maybe I should pick the writing prompt that said:

Who have you forgotten about until right now? Think hard and list five people from your past that you really should have written something about by now but haven’t. Circle the name of the person who stands out the strongest. Write a description or brief memoir of that person.

I'm thinking that prompt could be pretty fun, but then again it could also be dangerous because it can sometimes get kind of touchy when one starts blogging about the past. And this brings us to the first thing I would do differently if I started blogging today...

I would be very careful about what I did or didn't say. There have been times for instance when I've talked about how I didn't like "okra" (I actually don't like okra, but that's not what I'm really talking about here) or how "okra" didn't agree with me, gave me indigestion if you will... only to remember that, oh crap, I'm friends with or know people who are actually quite fond of "okra", who love "okra" in fact. And then I feel terrible because although "okra" may not be my vegetable of choice I know that it is indeed a very fabulous food in its own right and I wish it and all who love it nothing but the very best. And then because I feel so bad (I always get into trouble when I feel bad about something) I then write about how it's not "okra's" fault alone but mine as well that it gives me indigestion. And then I feel stupid because who cares anyway and oh man now I've misrepresented myself and yeah...
I would definitely be careful about what I did or didn't say. That's all.

And 2

I would change the names of my entire clan. Yes I would. Not made up word names, numbers or symbols but real names, cool names. All who know me know how much I love the whole thinking up names thing. Love it. So why didn't I make up names for my fam on this blog? Why? I think I'd be Scarlett because I seem to be Scarlett O'Hara like. Not that I'm a ruthless wretch like she was, I've never stolen my sister's man or relentlessly sought the affections of another woman's husband, but my motto does seem to be "I can't think about that now, I'll think about it tomorrow." So Scarlett it would be. But that's neither here nor there because it's far too late for that now. I've got hundreds of posts for goodness sake.

And 3

I wouldn't boob about things on my blog. If and when I had a bad day I'd tell it to a carton of marshmallow eggs instead (I really do love those things). Because seriously my bad days last all of a few hours and then (through the miracle of prayer) I'm back to feeling all sunshiny with pink puffy clouds and lollipops, but nobody knows that because they see a 500 word essay on my blog that says otherwise and I sound so pathetically downtrodden and miserable like when really I'm quite happy. And I don't like that. No I don't.
So no more boobing on my blog (well, I mean MOSTLY no more boobing).

And because I am so tired (and not to mention the fact that this post is quite long enough already) I think I'll make this a list of the 3 things I would do different if I started blogging today and leave it at that.
Thanks for visiting.

Love your good friend,
Scarlett

P.S. I would not/will not stop posting pictures of myself (goofy or otherwise) on my blog because after losing my dad so early in life I know how happy it would make me to have more pictures of him (goofy or otherwise) so I include the pictures for my posterity (and my husband who likes to take the pictures I post and turn them into wallpaper for his computer--the man loves me). Besides don't you just like to know who you're talking to and or reading about? I know I do.