Hey, life? Are you kidding me?

This Really Is A Blog

My 20 year old son, Reese, asked me the other day what I had been doing. I ran off the list of things I'd done that day and finished with 'oh, yeah, and I added to my blog'. Apparently, he had no idea I had a blog or even thought of a blog even though I've had it off and on for about 9 years, I think. Heck, I even made a blog about his dog - Betty's Blog - while he was in Minnesota because he missed her so much. (Sadly, that blog got more attention than my blog, but hey, she's a pretty good dog.

He asks me what my blog is about and I was like whatever I'm thinking about. He proceeded to tell me that blogs had to have a central idea - like the Pioneer Woman. He suggested I write about school/teaching. Blah! Tons of those I told him; plus, teachers don't have time to read them except in the summer and then they don't want to.

He said, "How about living in the country?"

I responded, "Pioneer Woman."

He still wasn't grasping that I didn't care if it didn't have a central theme. While, I like to pretend this gets read, I'm not delusional enough to think I'm going to get enough followers to grab the attention of Steve Harvey.

He is persistent though. 'You know, Mom, like a theme.'

"Politics?" I say.

"Don't be ridiculous. It has to be something you know about."

He wasn't being sarcastic, but I was.

He mentioned it again tonight. . . kind of like I was a lost cause. "So, how's the blog, that is basically just a journal of your day that you let people read?"

As I sit here typing, I realize what I could write a blog about that would disturb him more than me not having a 'set theme'.

In the morning, I will tell him I've decided to write my blog about 'Reese Stories' all the memorable, embarrassing things he's done.

Maybe then, he'll realize the freedom of writing off the cuff, and that his mom doesn't tend to do things by the rules unless there is a risk of imprisonment.

No law against it,
Audra