It’s My Birthday. Leave a Comment.

Also known as BUI. (blogging under intoxication)

Today is my birthfay birthgay birthday. I am officially Forever Thirty-Nine.

The other day roo over at roo the day wrote about how she told her sister about her blog. She said how uncomforatble it made her, but she did it. And how weird it felt.

I can relate.

Over the last six months that I have been nogging blogging I have shared that fact with a minimal number of people.

Why?

Fear.

It’s no secret to many of Brett’s side of the family that I have set up shop here, telling my tales of woe and joy, but my side of the family? Almost none. Back when I wrote the post about 9/11 I invited many of my firents friends and family to come and check me out. How many actually visited? I don’t know. But it was a big step for me. The things that I write here are some of the realest part of myself that I have ever offered to the outside world. They are not always nice and they are not always easy to say, but I’ve gone out there and it feels good. It works for me.

I found it most interesting that my sister and my best friend just don’t GET this whole blooging bloggin blogging thing. At all. And my mother? Forget it. This blog would be ridiculous. I’m sure there are others as well who don’t get it. They also calim claim that they do not know how to comment. So they don’t. Which means that a) they do not read me, or b) they do not care to commment. Which is okay, I guess.

SO. I am here today to ask. Today (or this week, or whenever)? Just this once? Could you try?

Here’s how.

Just go down to the bottom of this post and click where it says “comment”. I swear, it’s not hard. Enter your name. Enter your email address. You do not have to enter a URL, especially if you do not have a site of your won own. And then give your opinion. On anything.

That’s all.

I mean, it IS my birthday. There was a great dinner, lots of flowers, cake and bling bling.

Why shouldn’t there be some comments?