"i" versus "I" between me and Famous

It's come to my attention that I tend to really get into my blog when my husband is out of town. And then 3 things happen... I drink wine, smoke cigs, and start thinking... which then leads me to believe that I have intelligent things to say that everyone wants to hear. (and it takes me 3 times as long to write because I usually use "i" instead of "I" and I delete and reverse because if I become a famous blogger, I don't want to be criticized for lack of grammar and such... exhausting)

The purpose of tonights blog has nothing to do with recipes or baby things or DIY crafts that are "so what I'll do this weekend" like all the other blogs are about that have the thousands of followers (which I'm not jealous about at all, but it would really make me feel so much better about myself if I did, but I love My Seven, so seriously, I don't care, I mean, whatever).

On a side note, does anyone hate smocking on little boys as much as I do??! dear God! give them a chance at being straight! put a small man child in smocking and you might as well give him a plush penis toy too! girls fine.. call me stereotypical, but come on. (note to YOU... PacSun for my kids when I get pregnant) If future baby Palmer is a girl, bring on the watermelon/4th of July flag/cupcake smock dress... if I have a boy, don't even think about it. (might as well live in Germany in the 20's and give him knee high white socks,white patent leather shoes, and a jumper...that is the only way I would accept smocking...and your time has passed. let it go...)

soo... what were we talking about? who knows... I could look back but that would ruin the intriguing convo we are having now.

well, look at me... writing and not paying attention to my new puppies... so my wear-resistant outdoor rug is now half unraveled because mommy wasn't paying attention and "wear-resistant" doesn't refer to puppies. dammit. they did a damn good job of unraveling it and now I could scrutinize it and make my own mat. but that would be a new DIY post...

In Memoriam... Reposted, - Ish...

so everyone always does these "guest posts", and, being the "experienced blogger" I am, I just don't have a clue what they are talking about... like, your blog is sooo important, but you'll be out of town so you have to have someone make up for your lost days. (well, these people do have thousands of followers, and I have 7, but I still think it's silly... I'm following your blog, not a strangers...

so, in honor of that, I'm posting a guest blog. from myself. from circa 2008 or something. I got a lot of positive feedback and thought, "what the hell, let's repost!"

so here is a little diddy of something I wrote when my trusty manual shift, candy apple red, 1997 eclipse broke down and officiallly died. at least she knew I couldn't handle it and she waited until the one time my dad decided to take it in for an oil change and she flat out quit on the feeder road of the 114w, in Southlake... please, love and remember her as I did..

well, shoot. the damn thing won't "copy" and "paste". This is why I only have 7 followers... b/c i can't do anything techni-logically (yes, two words) right.

ok, now i've set the mood and I hate to delete words I've already written soo... hold and you'll get the car's obit soon. :) love you, My Seven.