Sure my blogging track record may not look that hot... All those quasi- blogs I attempted, in hopes to keep my sister and dad in 'the know'. But the only thing they ended up knowing was either my angst I was feeling on a particular day, and appropriately summing those feelings up with Fiona Apple lyrics (Clearly they will get my point if I post all of the lyrics to Sullen Girl) or my sporadic posts entailing spring break plans with a list of names of all my friends that would be on the trip, probably reading like so: Snow Ball, Snow Ball's brother Jeremy, Turnpike, and Turnpike's girlfriend Shirley, and we can't forget my baby mama sister cousin, Tracy. Who would want to read a list entailing names of people whom neither of them knew only to be followed by the lyrics to Shadow Boxer? After a few phone calls to Colleen "Ah... hello [insert the sound of chewing gum] did you see my new blog??" I assume her response was along the lines "Ah.. yeah. You copied and pasted some Tori Amos lyrics, you must be feeling like a cornflake girl" Naturally this art I was formulating fell to the wayside when I realized any cat off the street could cut and paste.
With boredom begins wisdom, and spending those twelve days in Roscommon opened my eyes to how truly amazing our family site is. And how that organizing zen master sister of mine actually accomplished the unthinkable. She was able to 'herd Quinlans . Not only herd a group of stubborn Irish folk but get their creative juices flowing and inspire them to write!
I feel closer to each one of you any time a post is made. Your words, wisdoms, and off-beat humor can turn any day around. I am officially coining my sister Colleen the Aaron Spelling of the blogging world- she created this great amazing space for all of us to share, laugh, and just be connected. The herding site being the main hub (90210 I will use for this metaphor) for us to begin to have 'spin offs (uh, like Melrose Place) of our own individual lives and daily happenings.
I can't promise I've fully recovered from my prior psychosis: Fiona Apple syndrome. But in hopes the family will read- I promise to restrain from...
"I got my feet on the ground
And I don't go to sleep to dream.You got your head in the clouds
And you're not at all what you seem
This mind, this body
And this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways
So don't forget what I told you
Don't come around, I got my own hell to raise"
- man she really did get me!
Signing off,
TT.
