Third time's the charm.... right?

They say competition is healthy, competition can be motivational, competition initiates drive and thus can lead to inspiration.  My best friend has a blog, as does her sister. They have created and maintain very good blogs that are informative in many ways, thought provoking, and often times down right entertaining. You find yourself wanting to check back each day to see what they have posted next. While reading them it seems they wrote them effortlessly, as though the words flowed from their brain through their fingers onto the screen. Then there is me.


When I was little I kept a diary, Of course it held my deepest thoughts so it was easy to write. But this. This. THIS is another thing. I finding it super challenging. I find myself constantly rereading and in the background of my thoughts my editor is in overdrive wondering if what I want to write about is something that I can post on a private blog? Would my employer or bosses ever happen upon this and find something they thought a poor reflection of me as their employee or a representative of where I work? Could I be terminated because of my thoughts/opinions? What if I ever find myself in a litigation, will the opposing side's lawyers use this against me? What if one of the parents I serve found this, would it be leaked out or would something be taken out of context and spread about me? Does this seem a little paranoid? Yes, it does but these are things I constantly have to consider each and every time I write something. So, therefore, writing a blog to me is uber difficult. What can I write about it? How personal can I get? Does anyone even want to read this? 

I realize the main reason, at least I assume, that my best friend and her sister began keeping a blog was because they had a family and it was an easy way for grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins to keep up with their life and the growing little ones. I don't have a family. Well, that's extreme and not true, I have Piper... the world's most cuddly, spastic, lovable, cutest dog around! She sometimes sleeps with her tongue just barely hanging out.... so unbelievable cute! 

See what I mean?

I have a family, just not one that I created. I am either left to talk about my dog (which would be boring and am not the typical "Oh my life is my dog" kinda person - you know the kind I am talking about), my wonderful boyfriend (which I would have to get his permission to write about him since we are still new - 4 months and going strong!), or my job but the things I would want to write I fear would get me fired most times - fun reading I guarantee but I like getting a paycheck (would have to speak in vague terms and hypotheticals and you know details are the sauce that makes everything better!). So I am left with my life, which I think is pretty boring and ppl wouldn't want really to read about it but that is your choice right? I have come to this conclusion. I like reading about my friend's life and her sister's. I like reading status updates on FB and let's be real, they are just snippets of daily mundane. So, I will offer up my life and try to maintain the daily mundane. 


As a good start I will leave you with this: *warning* Adult content ahead!
  I was talking to one of my co-workers today about another co-worker who drives me nuts and practices what I like to call chosen incompetence. For those who need a definition: Chosen Incompetence: 1.) v. the act of faking stupid when you have been trained, taught, re-taught, shown, and provided resources as reminders of how to do your job at the most basic level. 2.) Chosen Imcompetent: n. a person who had the prerequisite academic and life skills to be accepted into some type of higher education college or university, put forth the effort, knowledge, and organization to such a level that they earned a degree in their chosen field of practice and knows how to conduct themselves as a responsible adult but chooses to coast by feigning ignorance of all such skills sets and knowledge base so that other's will basically do their work for them. So..... this person is a good 'ole boy type who can't read social cues to save his life. I can't count the number of times that I have been sitting at my desk or a conference table surrounded by files with my head buried in my computer and something about that scene just calls to him to come over and engage me in a conversation. No matter how many times I don't look away from my computer, no matter how many times I shuffle through the papers I am working on, no matter my lack of responding with either a head shake or an "uh huh" he keeps talking. So, while talking to my co-worker about this person and my most recent encounter with their lack of "getting a clue" he gave me the perfect phrase for this person's incessant verbal meanderings.... verbal masturbation!! It's so true because it seems as though he gets so much pleasure from just talking to ppl, who regardless of their participation or engagement in the conversation or encouragement to keep the conversation going, he will just keep talking! It was the belly laugh I needed after a bit of a long and stressful week. Verbal masturbation... the phrase of the day.