Time Out

You know, it's funny (interesting, not ha ha - well, maybe ha ha - I'll let you decide) that I spend a lot of time worrying about what other people think. Often about me, yes, but many times, just in general. I find it fascinating that ten different people can experience the exact same event, and come away with ten completely different interpretations of said event. Yet, with all of this thinking that I do, I have to admit that I haven't given much thought to what my readers are thinking when they read this blog.

Personally, I have been called the Queen of Sarcasm, and I feel like that title is especially fitting because I married the King of Sarcasm. And together, we reign over our kingdom of insanity and calamity with sharp tongues and often self-deprecating humor, that to an outsider, may seem a bit harsh. But truly, our vile and wicked wit is an excellent bonding and coping mechanism that works quite well... for us. Together, John and I stand and laugh in the face of whatever life may throw at us - because together, we know we are strong enough to handle anything (and neither of us finds crying very productive).

My very favorite analogy of our shared sense of humor (from my standpoint, of course) can be found here.

When I started writing here, my audience was a few close friends who know me (and my off-the-wall statements) quite well. Most of them also know John, and on several occasions, those friends have laughed with me as they said that they could actually hear one of us making whatever crazy comment I published. And, as many writers know (although perhaps not quite as many will admit), praise of our talents inspires a drive to further produce. So I find it exceedingly rewarding to find that, over time, my readership has grown. Tens of people (and I know this, because I can track you) are reading now!

And it suddenly occurred to me that some of you might not "get" me. So I just wanted to take a minute, to urge you, the reader, to take everything I write with a grain of salt - maybe two.