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Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Another Abandoned Blog in Cyberspace
Dear blog,
I should apologize for abandoning you since July. I just had so many other things to do, and whenever I wanted to tell a story, I never thought of you.
The reason that I am back now is that I'm using the blogger server to blog about my classroom experience for Dr. Stohr's practicum class. As soon as I signed in, YOU showed up, my little abandoned blog. Because of this new blog, I even had to change my visible name from "Embeegee" (the phonetic form of my friends' name for me "MBG") to Mary Beth, since that's less ridiculous.
You know blog, I like to write and I think you are worthwhile. However, you never win my attention because you are not an urgent priority, and therefore cannot compete very well with my other priorities. I am also aware that my priorities change by the minute. That's because I change by the minute, and so does everything else. Maybe I'm not the best at prioritizing, but I'm very sure that I am capable of constantly putting things into perspective. I'm a big picture person.
Also, blog, my self-view tends to fluctuate with various factors. Am I important enough to have a blog? What should be filtered from my thoughts to your pages? How honest should I be with you? I'm not really an expert on anything, and I don't really expect to advise anybody. Does having a personal blog means that I think my life is important for people to know about? I would hope that this blog might become the antithesis of that, but then again I will contradict myself again and again. Afterall, if I had no intention of my words being available to other people, then I would just write my thoughts in a Word Document and save it, wouldn't I?
Anyway, thanks, blog, for still being here. I plan to see you again and write in your welcoming textboxes that you generously provide for me everyday.
-MBG
I should apologize for abandoning you since July. I just had so many other things to do, and whenever I wanted to tell a story, I never thought of you.
The reason that I am back now is that I'm using the blogger server to blog about my classroom experience for Dr. Stohr's practicum class. As soon as I signed in, YOU showed up, my little abandoned blog. Because of this new blog, I even had to change my visible name from "Embeegee" (the phonetic form of my friends' name for me "MBG") to Mary Beth, since that's less ridiculous.
You know blog, I like to write and I think you are worthwhile. However, you never win my attention because you are not an urgent priority, and therefore cannot compete very well with my other priorities. I am also aware that my priorities change by the minute. That's because I change by the minute, and so does everything else. Maybe I'm not the best at prioritizing, but I'm very sure that I am capable of constantly putting things into perspective. I'm a big picture person.
Also, blog, my self-view tends to fluctuate with various factors. Am I important enough to have a blog? What should be filtered from my thoughts to your pages? How honest should I be with you? I'm not really an expert on anything, and I don't really expect to advise anybody. Does having a personal blog means that I think my life is important for people to know about? I would hope that this blog might become the antithesis of that, but then again I will contradict myself again and again. Afterall, if I had no intention of my words being available to other people, then I would just write my thoughts in a Word Document and save it, wouldn't I?
Anyway, thanks, blog, for still being here. I plan to see you again and write in your welcoming textboxes that you generously provide for me everyday.
-MBG
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Celebrities
Dear Rihanna,
If I were dating Chris Brown, and he took me to TGI Friday's, I would dump his ass.
Thanks!
-MBG
Dear Audience,
That's right. Chris Brown and Rihanna showed up in my TGI Friday's this past evening and had dinner around 8pm. I'll admit I freaked out for a minute at our mandatory kitchen meeting about them. "IF YOU TALK TO THEM, ASK THEM FOR AN AUTOGRAPH, OR TAKE ANY PICTURES OR SO MUCH AS LOOK AT THEM WRONG, YOU WILL BE FIRED IMMEDIATELY!" So, I watched Rihanna down one of our million-calorie slushies while the word spread quickly throughout Mville that the "country boy from Tappahannock" was indeed sitting in TGI Friday's. I was really busy serving drinks to a giant table of people, so I didn't really even get to experience the commotion outside when the crazed teenagers started jumping on Chris Brown's Lamborghini.
Well. I hope they gave their server a nice tip, 'cause I sure got horrible tips for most of the night. I had to tend the crappy smoking section- you know- all of the reasonable smokers get bar tables. The smoking non-bar tables are for customers like I had tonight... Like the scary pregnant couple who keeps sucking down the cancer sticks like there's no tomorrow and then decides they don't like what they ordered and demands that everything be sent back and lists the new things that they want for free. ...Then they leave the smallest tip ever. It's not my fault you didn't realize that the salad had lettuce in it, or that the macaroni and cheese doesn't taste enough like french fries.
If I were dating Chris Brown, and he took me to TGI Friday's, I would dump his ass.
Thanks!
-MBG
Dear Audience,
That's right. Chris Brown and Rihanna showed up in my TGI Friday's this past evening and had dinner around 8pm. I'll admit I freaked out for a minute at our mandatory kitchen meeting about them. "IF YOU TALK TO THEM, ASK THEM FOR AN AUTOGRAPH, OR TAKE ANY PICTURES OR SO MUCH AS LOOK AT THEM WRONG, YOU WILL BE FIRED IMMEDIATELY!" So, I watched Rihanna down one of our million-calorie slushies while the word spread quickly throughout Mville that the "country boy from Tappahannock" was indeed sitting in TGI Friday's. I was really busy serving drinks to a giant table of people, so I didn't really even get to experience the commotion outside when the crazed teenagers started jumping on Chris Brown's Lamborghini.
Well. I hope they gave their server a nice tip, 'cause I sure got horrible tips for most of the night. I had to tend the crappy smoking section- you know- all of the reasonable smokers get bar tables. The smoking non-bar tables are for customers like I had tonight... Like the scary pregnant couple who keeps sucking down the cancer sticks like there's no tomorrow and then decides they don't like what they ordered and demands that everything be sent back and lists the new things that they want for free. ...Then they leave the smallest tip ever. It's not my fault you didn't realize that the salad had lettuce in it, or that the macaroni and cheese doesn't taste enough like french fries.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Dear Audience,
Hi! Thanks to the continued blogging of people I admire, including (but not limited to) Jed Shireman, Tori Foster, Dr. Stohr, and Rich Hall, I have decided to start a new blog. I can only hope that this blog brings half of the happiness to YOU that their blogs bring to me.
Also, I might have a mild addiction to blogging. It's not as bad as my current addiction to diet coke, but it's a pressing factor in my admitted need for attention. I thought this addiction would pass after I returned home from a semester of studying Spanish and teaching English in the Dominican Republic, but I really miss sharing my stories, which were usually about coconuts and taxi drivers, but will not be limited to the Caribbean anymore. As for my addiction to Diet Coke, this stems from my working in a restaurant. Have you ever worked in a restaurant? If so, it is likely that you also have been addicted to a fountain drink, since you know how impossible it is to avoid excessive mooching from the free flowing carbonated service stations. I cannot be held responsible for my actions if you deprive me of my practically constant intake of aspartame, caffeine, and caramel color, at least while I'm still waitressing.
Anyway, thank you to my friends listed at the beginning of this post for the inspiration you have provided.
Until next time,
-MBG
Hi! Thanks to the continued blogging of people I admire, including (but not limited to) Jed Shireman, Tori Foster, Dr. Stohr, and Rich Hall, I have decided to start a new blog. I can only hope that this blog brings half of the happiness to YOU that their blogs bring to me.
Also, I might have a mild addiction to blogging. It's not as bad as my current addiction to diet coke, but it's a pressing factor in my admitted need for attention. I thought this addiction would pass after I returned home from a semester of studying Spanish and teaching English in the Dominican Republic, but I really miss sharing my stories, which were usually about coconuts and taxi drivers, but will not be limited to the Caribbean anymore. As for my addiction to Diet Coke, this stems from my working in a restaurant. Have you ever worked in a restaurant? If so, it is likely that you also have been addicted to a fountain drink, since you know how impossible it is to avoid excessive mooching from the free flowing carbonated service stations. I cannot be held responsible for my actions if you deprive me of my practically constant intake of aspartame, caffeine, and caramel color, at least while I'm still waitressing.
Anyway, thank you to my friends listed at the beginning of this post for the inspiration you have provided.
Until next time,
-MBG
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