Supergirl, Twits, and A Wasted Blog???

I've come to the conclusion that I am not Super Blogging Girl. Seriously, how did you guess?



(Yes, my boobs really are that big)

I don't blog three times a day, sometimes not even three times weekly, I don't do entrecard falling or dropping or whatever they call it, I suck at tags (I'm always like, do I even know that many bloggy people?), I don't do any kind of great giveaways and I don't twit or tweet or whatever they call it now.

I tried twitter, I really did, but I am JUST NOT THAT INTO IT.

Yes, I said it.

Twitter to me is like high school. I feel like I'm trying to pry my way with a crowbar into the circle of girls in the corner twirling their hair and smacking bubble gum.

And those tweet-up things? Yeah, I have no clue what anybody's talking about half the time.

And Facebook, yeah right. I told my husband to just add me to his facebook page. Now we're known as Brandon-Kate on Facebook.

I figure, dude, if you want to talk to me, you know where you can find me. I have a phone - two of them actually - I have email, I have a post office box, and, I'm here aren't I? Hello? You want a facebook update? Well, I'm either stalking deadbeats for the investigations business, writing about medical malpractice jury verdicts, buying groceries, cleaning the dog, cleaning the kid, cleaning the floors, taking the kid to whatever function he has that day, making dinner, writing meaningless drivel here at Thoughts From a Desperate Housewife, planning my escape, removing wallpaper, or ridding my entire house of fuzz from top to bottom. I mean seriously, just today I ended up wiping the floors twice. Right after I had already cleaned all the hardwood throughout the entire house, I picked up a piece of something that shall remain nameless, but lets just say, we were all trying to figure out if it came from the kid or the dog. And then, instead of feeding the dog what I thought was a glass of water I found on the counter, I ended up feeding her Diet 7-Up. Needless to say, soda pop and dogs with beards do not mix. Until I noticed it I had a dog that was seriously sticking to my floors. So really, do I have time to twit all day?

Just the other day I was reading somewhere some lady's daily schedule. Just to blog and get in about a million visits to her bloggy friends everyday, she wakes up at like 5 in the morning. Who gets up to read blogs at 5 a.m? Not me dude, I'm nice and toasty in my bed at 5 in the morning. Unless of course, the dog starts freaking out in her bed and wakes up the entire house, but other than that, I don't grace the world with my presence until about 8 a.m.

And you know the saying, "I blog when I should be cleaning house"? Well, I have a different philosophy around here. I clean house when I should be blogging.



And I wear my "wasted blog" badge proudly.....




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