Innernets! I get to meet Her Royal Bossiness this weekend as she cruises through Kansas City on her Bossy's Excellent Road Trip national event. I cannot wait to meet her and get bossed around and hear her speak in bolds and italics while she flings around commands and edicts - for she is The Bossy One, no? Personally, I am hoping she demands that I eat my weight in chips and salsa washed down with a margarita.
I would like to thank Heza Hekele for her honesty in yesterday's comments on my post about co-sleeping. Her comment disagreed wholeheartedly (and heatedly!) with my post, but she wrote her points in a respectful manner. I do not mind comments that disagree with me! There is way too much groupthink in the blogosphere and folks are way too scared of being branded a troll. As long as folks refrain from calling me some sort of negative adjective, I welcome thoughtful comments even when they differ from my beliefs.
There are some things that I just do not "get". John Steinbeck, for example. I have read 4 or 5 of his books (the most recent being Cannery Row. BLEH). Every time I read a Steinbeck, I want to apply somewhere to get a literary refund of those hours of my life back because I feel cheated.
While I am confessing my Cultural Sins here, I might as well admit that I do not "get" the Beatles or Elvis, either. Oh sure, their songs are okay, but I do not understand the rabid fanship. And television? Count me lost on Lost, clubfooted on Dancing with the Stars, not hungry for the Biggest Loser and totally tone deaf for American Idol. I don't "get" those, either.
Might as well go long: I do not regularly read Dooce. While I have a tremendous respect for Heather Armstrong and was very! impressed! with what I saw and heard about her at BlogHer 05 and 06, I just had a hard time following her story and gave up, even though I do enjoy her writing style. I have seen her daily style thingie, which I do like, but could not figure out how to just get that feed only instead of everything else including the dog snaps (which I do not "get", either. I guess I am more of a cat person).
So, who's your John Steinbeck? Can we still be friends?
I had an eye appointment this week and boy, is my optometrist a cutie. Not that I get to bask in any of that glory because I am a -9.0 in my left eye and -9.5 in my right. I spend most of the appointment without any sort of corrective lens helping my crippled peepers. *sob* I did ask him about my blue eyed girl being the fruit of my brown-eyed South Indian's loins. Dr. C said there must be some blue-eyed person in X's family. Perhaps, there is an Englishman in the woodpile after all.
My Left Retina
That bright white spot is my optic nerve. It's bigger than your average optic nerve because I am so flippin' BLIND. The nerve!