Sponsorship & Blizzards

I have no idea what I should write about.  I'm not feeling particularly inspired. I'm feeling discouraged about blogging.  Why?  I read someone else's blog which was incredibly dark and brutally honest.

For those of you who have been following along for awhile now wonder who the hell am I to judge darkness and honesty in a blog as I've been known to go that way a time or two myself.  And I'm no one, I suppose.  This particular post spoke to the divisions in the blogging community in regards to sponsorship and anonymity.  I do not have corporate sponsorship but at this stage of the game it's only due to it not having been offered.  Ever.  Would I accept such an offer? I don't know.  If I could still 'say' fuck and write about whatever I wanted, then yes.  However, I'm pretty sure that wouldn't be the case.

I'm not anonymous.  I do not post photos of my children but do of myself and my pets.  I feel that it should be up to my kids if they're photos are posted.  I plaster them all over Facebook already and that's probably enough.

Good blogging days are when I can get comment crazy over on Pretty All True or on Nigel's blog.  Who is Nigel?  Well head over to PAT and find out.  I'm not doing all the leg work for you people.  They are my two favourite writers and when I'm feeling most discouraged about blogging, they often inspire me to stick with it.  I'm one of those start strong but lose interest quickly kind of people.  I'm also somewhat limited in terms of subject matter because of family readers.  Not that I'm complaining.  I'm grateful for any and all of my readers.  I just can't get too racy.

I'm wandering here.  I guess what I'm really getting it is I feel like a kid with divorced/ing parents.  I just want everyone to get along.  Blogging, for the most part, is easy for me and I long for anything to be easy at this stage of the game (insert joke here) and when there is dissension or conflict, it becomes less easy.  Perhaps if I stopped giving a fuck what other people thought it wouldn't matter so much. 

I'll keep working on it but speaking of easy? It's never easy for me not to care what others think.

Oh and on a completely unrelated note:  I need to lose at least five pounds. I've been home for a good two months now and am afraid to weigh myself.  I poured myself into a pair of jeans today for a few hours.  A few horribly uncomfortable hours.  I am a slave to the sweat pant at present.  And yet?  I'm already thinking about maybe having Blizzards tonight after the little boys go to bed.  Tomorrow I'll go back to the gym.   Or maybe Monday...

But what will people think?