I Believe You Have My Stapler. My Stapler. I Believe You Have It.
I’m not really a slacker. OK, yes, I am a procrastinator, but that’s not the same as trying to foist off my own work on somebody else. I mean, if someone else chooses to do the things I should be doing while I’m busy rearranging the dish towel drawer, that’s not the same as foisting.
Right?
Right.
The point of all that (and I know you’re all thinking the same thing, why not just make your point right away and spare us all your thoughts on foisting, but that’s just not my bag, man) was to say that I will be neglecting my blog further this week. First because I am dealing with the never-ending snarl of a minor level of hell that my life has become, and second because my family and I will be taking a much needed little vacation to go fishing in the wilds of some state fairly near here, sometime soon. Shut up. I can be outdoorsy. It just so happens I will be outdoorsy in a cabin with indoor plumbing, but other than that, I am practically going to be Jeremiah Johnson. Minus the, um, johnson.
However, I noticed that other, more clever and popular bloggers than myself often entice people to guest post for them while they neglect their own blogs attend to their clever, popular, and fabulous lives. Since it’s voluntary, I’m going to go ahead and say that asking for people to write on my blog is also not the same as foisting.
There you have it, Internet. My first ever call for Guest Stars, which will make my blog feel a lot like The Love Boat, and me into something like Julie the Cruise Director, no?
Drop me a comment or an e-mail before the end of the week if you’re interested. You can post about anything you like, whether dirty or clean, and be as long-winded or succinct as you like. Guest posts about drunken escapades involving you trying to cook flapjacks in the nude or amusing encounters with farm animals will be given priority. Just kidding. Cute kid stories and meaningful ponderings are always welcome, even though I always seem to end up kvetching here myself.
See you on the Lido deck later for cocktails!
Oooh now this would be an utterly new means of procrastination. I’d never get those TPR reports done if I had to post on *your* blog along with my own rather haphazard blog………..
What I’m saying is, if you need me, if you want me, I’m yours baby!
Enjoy your mini-vacay, though the thought makes me kind of shudder. My preferred type of camping involves room service, electricity, cable and HOT, running water. And flush toilets. With soft TP. And preferably a phone near them so I can make calls to room service – yes, I am all about the multitasking, even on vacation…
I always want you!
Woot!
Fire away whatever you like and e-mail it my way.
Also, I normally subscribe to the room service method of camping but I am willing to compromise for this cabin, which does, indeed, have electricity and running water. And beds. And a stove. It’s about as roughing it as I care to get, and it satisfies my husband’s desire to reenact many of John Wayne’s movies without requiring that I sleep on a rock and risk being eaten by a grizzly.
Oh, and free wifi. Can’t forget that, along with Hubby’s laptop.
And not just *basic* cable, either. Otherwise, how is that a vacay? Though basic cable only would be “roughing it” I suppose…..
Um, I would like to guest post if you’ll consider me. I have a rant about the differences between men and women and the end of the era of the super mom which I don’t feel comfortable posting on my own blog because I love my husband and family members read my blog
Oh and have a really great roughing it experience. It counts even if it includes indoor plumbing!!
Hey Shawna, that sounds like a great rant to me! I’ll shoot you an e-mail so you have my addy.
“Says here, Peter, that you’ve been missing alot of work.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say I’ve been missing it, Bob.”
My idea of camping is like yours – give me the amenities in an woodsy setting and I’ll be happy. Oh, and plenty of bug spray, please.
“And I said, I don’t care if they lay me off either, because I told, I told Bill that if they move my desk one more time, then, then I’m, I’m quitting, I’m going to quit. And, and I told Don too, because they’ve moved my desk four times already this year, and I used to be over by the window, and I could see the squirrels, and they were merry, but then, they switched from the Swingline to the Boston stapler, but I kept my Swingline stapler because it didn’t bind up as much, and I kept the staples for the Swingline stapler and it’s not okay because if they take my stapler then I’ll set the building on fire…”
Every time I watch that movie I laugh like a merry little squirrel!
I’m not familiar with all the blogging to be able to guest post just yet. But I did want to leave a comment and wish you a good mini-vacation.
Oh, and I think I have your stapler. Its around here somewhere…
Inna, I’m always happy to see you stop by.
Now give me my stapler.
Well, slap me down and call me Susan. I just found you and you’re leaving. That being said, so long as you don’t mind my (s0mewhat controllable) Tourettes, I’ll guest post for you. I’m not sure what I’d blab about, though.
No, Mimi! Don’t run, I’ll be back within the week and posting about penises. Or fish. or both. Or whatever.
Meantime, feel free to freely blab about anything you like. I’ll e-mail you.
Hah, I will guest post if you would have me. I have been getting blog lazy though. I can totally blog about penises and the joy of the boy who can go to the potty but refuses to even look at any of the cute underwear I have purchased for him.
A potty training penis post! That’s exactly what the Rant Boat needs.
Well, I’d like to take a ride on the Rant Boat, but I, too, am a busy bee. I can’t even keep up with my little dingy of a blog.
Have a great vacation! I’m a huge fan of camping so long as I can be in a cabin with every possible ammenity and a comfortable bed.
Whoops, I will email you a post right now. I spaced out.