Weighing Matters

my journey to b.e.t.t.e.r


I read several blogs. NieNie, Balancing Everything, Second Wind, Travis, C Jane, Hey Shelby, Wet Oatmeal Kisses, The Lazy Organizer, Emily Watts, Apron Girls. I may not find time to read every day, but I try to keep up with what’s happening. I at least skim over them and if there’s something I’m interested in I stop and read. And I comment.

I’m always amazed at the number of comments they have. The number of readers!

My daughter, the new Mrs. Hull, said the other day that she reads Weighing Matters every single day. She said she loves it. She laughs with me, she cries with me. I said “Really? Why don’t you ever comment?” She said “I don’t know how!”

So I told her how. I said just go to the bottom of that particular post and click COMMENTS and share your thoughts. Simple as that!

So five days in a row I’ve checked to see if there’s a comment. But no. This from a girl who talks a lot, has an opinion on many things, has set her own mind about everything her whole life, is Miss Independent, and who now has access to a computer every single day!

Maybe she’s afraid of embarrassing herself, but, seriously, what could be more embarrassing than having your mother have to beg for a comment?

[If you don’t want to comment using your own name and email, could you at least establish a couple of other fake emails and pretend you are someone else and comment once in a while? I’d even be OK with that.]

Love you!


January 13, 2010 Posted by | Oh puhLEASE!, Posting, Silly, Try it! | 9 Comments

posting on posting

Scott’s been making fun again. He makes fun of me blogging. He came upstairs after reading about the laundry baskets and asked if I had seen his basket! He says things like, “What does it feel like to know you’re never done?” And the other night he laid on the couch rubbing his tummy and said “I think I ate too much. I feel like I should go blog!”

And since blogging is about being self-absorbed and self-important — as if anyone else in the world would be interested in, say, what foods are sitting on top of the fridge, whether or not our cat is lazy, how much I weigh on a daily basis, and how I feel about Christmas — he mimics me throughout the day. [it’s all in fun . . .]  Yesterday we went to Murdock’s for some last-minute shopping and as we were walking in he said in a sing-songy mocking voice, “I was doing some last-minute shopping at Murdock’s  . . .” I had Mikelle trying on cute hats and he jokingly said, “This would be good to blog about, you could call it “tHAT‘s interesting!” [See the ‘hat’ in the middle of the word?] I wanted one of them to go grab the camera from the car so I could indeed blog about it, but they both refused with identically-emphatic insistent ‘NO’s! Yes, blogging is, by definition, “the self-absorbed nature of publishing details of my life online.”

I asked him if he read my post about the bathroom sink and he said “Do you actually think anyone reads that stuff”? Then he slyly added, “I only look at it if it has anything about me.”[Oh my, we’re all a little self-absorbed!]

When I actually WAS taking pictures of Mikelle in a cute hat to sent to granddaughter, Blythe, to replicate for me, she said “Don’t you dare put that on your blog!” I’m so camera illiterate I ended up taking a movie instead of a picture, or I would have!

We write to taste life twice, once in the moment and in retrospection. [Anais Nin]

I started posting in an attempt to be more honest with myself about a personal problem, and the more I wrote, the stronger my need to succeed. It’s also been a journey to my awareness, to acknowledging my many weaknesses and a way to momentarily escape my reality. [Additionally, it gets me away from the couch and too much TV, and thus, away from the fridge and the kitchen!]

Self-knowledge through journaling is a source of personal liberation.

Sharon O’Brien said “Writing became such a process of discovery that I couldn’t wait to get to work in the morning:  I wanted to know what I was going to say!”

Such it’s been with my endeavor. Many times I didn’t allow myself to feel the anger, the pain or the disgust until I put it down in keystrokes. Other times I didn’t realize something was important to me until I verbalized it. Writing is both mask and unveiling. [E.B. Whit]

Sister, Carol, texted that she identified with my post on the same non-answers. Heck, I identified with me! It was uncomfortable to admit I’m such an unfeeling jerk. It destroyed me when Dad was cold and unfeeling, and then I accidently vebalized the same about myself.

Posting has introduced me to myself. I’m a terrible writer, but I so enjoy the editing process. I love my thesaurus and I delight in proper punctuation. And it’s emancipating to be confessedly obsessive with character flaw. [Seriously. It’s incredible how using a thesaurus can change a sentence!]

[If Scott knew I woke up at 5 am on Christmas morning and snuck down to the computer to write this post, I’m sure I’d never hear the end of it!] It’s ironic. Just yesterday Scott said sarcastically to me “Pretty soon you’ll be blogging about blogging!”

Truth is stranger than fiction!

December 25, 2009 Posted by | Posting, Silly | Leave a comment

where, oh, where

Do college kids take the laundry baskets? I swear my baskets disappear at approximately the same time I have company. I notice a sharp decline in toilet paper and shampoo, as well. My one year’s supply of toiletries and bathroom provisions seem to curiously dwindle at gathering times. At one point I had 10 baskets. This for darks, whites, reds, levis, towels, permanent press in the three colors, [whites, darks and reds] one basket in my bed room and one in the other. That’s ten.

I just bought four more and now I only have ten. Let’s see. I’m no math major, but . . .

About a month ago Mikelle came home and she didn’t have a suitcase with her. She actually carried her humongous amount of ‘STUFF’ in a laundry basket! [It looked suspiciously familiar but when asked about the coincidence she flatly denied any connection.]

Boyfriend, Logan, also showed up with all his belongings in a laundry basket. Scott brought a huge basket but I could see that it wasn’t mine. It was bigger and kind of a crescent shape.

Stephen recently moved to his own place and I have to admit I’ve wondered on occasion if any of my baskets went to visit him.

All of this proves many things, one of which is this: I can pretty much blog about anything of no consequence. My kids are upstairs wrapping Christmas presents and I have been banished to the basement. I could post about my total shipwreck of eating today but I’d rather go on and on about nothing important. Because I pretty much ate every little chocolate snack I could get my hands on this morning. And that’s in addition to the half “Giant” Cookies and Cream candy bar I ate in bed last night!

December 23, 2009 Posted by | Posting, Silly, Weight just a minute | Leave a comment