The Bestest Link Of All

For several years my daddy has maintained a webpage of his own. It’s a password protected deal where he posts pictures of grandkids, fourth cousins eight times removed, and basically every possible morsel of genealogical minutiae that you could ever want to know about our family.

A couple of weeks ago D decided to see if Daddy had posted anything recently, and later that day when we were in the car, he said, “Hey, your daddy linked to you.”

“He did what I’m sorry huh?”

“Your daddy linked to you. He mentioned something about your blog on his webpage.”

Now if it’s hard for you to understand why I was a little shocked by this information, it’s because it’s only been in the last six weeks or so that I’ve known that Mama and Daddy are active readers of my blog. Daddy says that he has to “log on” and then pass the computer to Mama, and in fact just this last week Daddy wrote me a sweet email that congratulated me on my “recent blog awards” and went on to suggest that maybe I should “back up all of your blog posts into some sort of database, as Mother and I think that maybe one day you could compile them all into a book.”

I couldn’t help but picture me standing at a copier, painstakingly running off copies of each and every blog post, then putting the pages through a three-hole punch, placing them in a vinyl binder, and then asking Alex to put one of those title stickers he just made with some markers in the center of the binder cover. It’s sure to be a best-seller!

(I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: why would anyone in his or her right mind pay good money for something you can get for free? And since I have no imagination, a work of fiction is nowhere in my future. So blogging is as far up the writing food chain as I’m going, people. That’s just the cold hard truth of it all.)

Anyway, I logged onto Daddy’s webpage, and after a little bit of clicking around, here is what I found:

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Where do I even start?

First of all, one of my favorite parts of Daddy’s blurb is that I’m “a blogger at boomama.net,” mainly because the word “a” implies that I am but one blogger on a staff of many here at BooMama, where we toil furiously in the blogging trenches to bring you some of the very best mediocre writing you’ll ever find on the interweb.

Second, the part about him not wanting to brag? Totally sweet. I don’t care how old I am.

Third, I love it when he says that I have “a large reading audience, nationwide.” I’m not so sure about the “large” part, but when I read it I thought, “DON’T TELL MAMA THAT SOME CANADIANS READ, TOO! IT’LL BLOW HER MIND!” And then she’d call me and say, “You mean they can see your blog IN CANADA? Well I had no idea. HOW IN THE WORLD do they do that?”

I also giggled when I saw, “it is different than most of what you read,” because it’s just a little bit ambiguous about whether it’s different in a bad way or different in a good way. However, I have to admit that it definitely is different if your normal reading material is a newspaper or magazine. I mean, consider the sheer volume of CAPITAL LETTERS and exclamation points! They don’t allow those SOPHISTICATED WRITING SKILLS in those fancy printed publications!

OH NO MA’AM THEY DON’T!

Finally, I thought it was very gracious of Daddy to point out that my writings are done “mostly on the spur of the moment” because I don’t “have a lot of spare time.”

In other words: don’t expect too much, people. She’s frazzled and crazed. SHE’S FRAZZLED AND CRAZED!

All in all, I thought Daddy’s post was delightful. Being in your 30’s doesn’t mean you stop enjoying some parental encouragement. And while I’m sure that some of my distant relatives were a wee bit horrified by what constitutes “writing” in my little corner of the blogosphere, I’m glad that a few of them might know where to find me now.

(Sidenote: if you ask my mama anything about my “website,” she tell you that I have “a blog on Google.”)

Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to return to “backing up my database.”

Or, you know, watching “Little Bear.”

We’re busy as bees, people.

And on behalf of all of the writing staff here at BooMama, I want you to know that we’re going to continue to crank out as much writing product “on the spur of the moment” as we possibly can. That is what we do.

All one of us.

This post was originally published on February 22, 2007. And I’ll be back with something new tomorrow.

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Comments

  1. I”m lovin’ this walk down memory lane with you :)

    I’m praying you’re feeling better soon, that your lung stays in place and that ‘Howard and the Pirate Kings’ don’t tear down the house.

    Hugs sweet friend :)

  2. That sounds buzactly like my pare-er, grandparents. My parents are a LITTLE more with the times. But my mom still calls it my “website.”

    “Oh honey, it’s so fun to read your website!”

  3. Well, I didn’t catch this the first time around. Thanks for sharing. SO funny!!!

    And we are never too old to bask in the glow of parental approval!!! It’s actually pretty high praise, considering what all they know about us! LOL!

    Hope you’re feeling better!
    Alesha

  4. Oh I loved this. My brother just read my blog for the first time this week and called me to compliment me on it. repeatedly. I was in tears at the end of the conversation. There is just nothing like knowing someone in your family thinks you are doing a good job. At something!

    And it’s obvious that’s what your dad’s sweet note was saying.

  5. I have been reading your blog for a while now and you ALWAYS make me laugh … even on the most non-laughable days! I’m a Southern girl too … born and mostly-raised in Mississippi.

    It is obvious that you have a fantastic daddy (cause you know they are “daddy” here in the south no matter how old you are) and you can tell just how proud he is of you.

    Thanks for the laughs and hope you have stop coughing up that lung :)

    Margie

  6. Somehow it doesn’t surprise me in the least that you are the youngest child. :-)

  7. lol… I had to stop by and tell you that I laughed my butt off at your podcast I couldn’t stop laughing at your voices. that is meant in the nicest way.. I think you have to do more.

  8. isn’t it sweet to see that your parents are interested in what you are doing, even if they don’t know what you are doing.

  9. You can really amaze your mom just tell her that one of your readers (me) comes from England & no you don’t mean New England but the England in the UK

  10. What a loving dad.

    My parents barely know how to reach my blog let alone have their own web page.

  11. I LOVED THIS ONE!!!!!

  12. Aren’t daddies wondermous :)
    -H

  13. Awww, that’s just too sweet! This particular Canadian has enjoyed many posts already — just never commented. (Yup, we’ve got hi-speed Internet up here… even RUNNING WATER AND ELECTRICITY!!!!!) My mom has trouble fathoming the Internet as well.

  14. That’s just too cute! :-)

  15. Another Canadian here who crazily enough has highspeed internet, running water, and electricity too!! I love it! God bless their hearts.
    God bless, Penny (whose mother is still learning how to turn the computer on!!LOL)

  16. Awww I miss my daddy and that was so sweet. Your writing style is peculairly suited to blogging – lots of us are heavy on the caps and punctuation since we cannot make faces, hand gestures and generally gesticulate frantically online. Well we can – but nobody sees it except my freaked out dogs. Thanks for the quality re=postings and looking forward to catching up on the adventures of Cough Girl – parent of Howard/Alex and mistress of the podcast of fasion (look out In Style magazine editors – fashion experts in the south know style).

  17. That is all just so stinkin’ funny.

    From “spur of the moment” to the “staff” comments.

    Apparently, you’re running an empire over there. :-)

    I’ll look for more of your “work” in the Wall Street Journal soon. :-)

    And that daddy of yours…could he be any sweeter? You are blessed!

  18. Hey, found your blog through the lady who goes to church with you and finally found you this sunday, she too linked you and she was right, your blog is hilarious! Still enjoying my time here, what a wonderful way to spend my down time at work.

  19. Hilarious! I’ll have you know, I’m ALL the way over in the Midwest and here I am reading your little blog. It’s not Canada, but it’s still pretty good!
    I’d like to congratulate you on assembling a staff of writers for your blog…what an accomplishment! ;)

  20. I know just what you meant when you wrote that. I have lived a couple of hours away from my dad since I was 4 and though we’ve been in contact always, I know he knows more about me than ever because from the very beginning of my blogging several months ago he has been one of my most faithful readers. For me, that alone has made having a blog worth it.

  21. you know, boomama, i am so jealous of you right now.

    i sent the link to my blog to my parents, and do you know what i was told?

    they didn’t have time to read through, because “the thing went on for pages and pages!”

    go figure. retire, and you don’t have “time” to read your only child’s blog?

    sounds fishy to me; don’t it to you?

    glad to know you’ll be back with us tomorrow! hope you are feeling lots better!

  22. This was great! I love that you still call him Daddy. I still call mine Daddy too. I am in shock that you don’t really have a staff working for you. Your writing is top notch and it gives SNL a run for their money.

  23. This was a joy to read! I am so loving your blog and am thrilled I found it! You are a pure delight. Truly. I have been reading and just enjoying every single bit of it all.

    I will be back often and, if it is alright, I would love to add you to my list of links. You are amazing!

    Thank you for brightening my day!

    Hugs,
    Sue

  24. That’s so sweet of your Daddy! :)

    Check this out: http://www.blurb.com/

    You can make your blog posts into a book!

  25. LOL! I love it…

    The staff working furiously here :)

    this is precious

    And my Mom would wonder how they could see it in Canada too ;)

  26. “I laughed, I cried. It moved me, Bob.”
    You are so funny!! Love your site.

  27. This may very well be the best thing I’ve ever read. God bless daddies and their love and pride for their girls.

  28. Oh your Daddy sounds like my Daddy! Make sure your Daddy is sitting down when you tell him I am reading your blog from rural Australia…. right down the bottom of the globe!!! LMAO

    Now I am off to milk my kangaroo and put another shrimp on the barbie *walks off giggling….oh how I crack myself up….*

    From one Daddy’s girl to another :)

  29. You are so funny!

    My dad sounds like your dad. Aren’t dads great?

  30. This was the VERY FIRST POST OF YOURS THAT I READ! EVER! How fun to read it again! :)

    Jamie

  31. That is so CUTE!!!!! I wish my parents were as proud of my blog.

  32. My mom would think blogging pointless, so I do not even TRY to explain it to her!

    And tell your Mama that we read you waaaaaaaaaay up heah in Maine too. Better yet, we actually get your southern humor!

  33. Well, PTL, at least I am not the only one who has a parent who think I should “make a book of blog posts”.

    –I say parent because my Mom is the only one who seems to have a clue about my blog, my Daddy just isn’t into those kind of things since I don’t have anything about fish or deer or other stuff —

    Since, apparently my dear Mother ONLY reads MY blog she thinks I am some kind of specially talent writer…LOL…I have told her that I am one of millions of blogging gals and there are some really talented writers out there and that my little blog is just nothing compared to them. Oh…well, I am sure she is just pleased that all that edumacation is paying off and apparently I can read AND write.

    http://www.southerness.blogspot.com

  34. You’re freaking hilarious! I’m proud to be one of your nationwide readers. Your parents are precious!

    P.S. My mom, on the other hand, wrote me what she thought was a comment on my blog, when it was actually an email. An email message. She has a ways to go and I love her for it…