I was thinking today that Rance is the one who started this blog when we moved to California so that we could chronicle our adventures in the "big city." But somehow, 5 months later, I am the one doing all the blogging. I kind of feel bamboozled. He really had to cajole me into penning my first entry, and now I am totally addicted. I like making "edicts" (as Rance calls them) and sending them out into cyber space. I don't really even care if people read them or not. There is something powerful about seeing your opinions in print. (When else can I use words like "bamboozled" without people thinking I'm weird?)
I think it may have something to do with the fact that I am much more comfortable writing then talking on the phone. I totally suffer from phone phobia (along with the rest of my family). Rance will spend hours yammering away with his relatives, and I break into a cold sweat every time I hear one of my kin on the other end of the line. What if I can't think of anything to say? What if there is that maladroit silence? What if the thing I mean to say comes out all mangled and unintelligible? (This happened one time in high school. I called a few friends to invite them over to watch a movie at my house. Two guys showed up at the same time and both of them thought I had asked them out on a date. What?! I tried to explain that they misunderstood me, but in the end, I had to send my mom out and fix things. How humiliating.) Blogging is a way for my family to let each other know that we are still alive and well without having to risk any mortifying phone conversations. I literally have not spoken to my brothers in months, but thanks to the internet, I have a pretty good grasp of what they are up to.
So, thanks for reading and commenting on our blog friends and family. It saves me the expense of going to therapy to overcome my phobia, and I love hearing what everyone is up to.
p.s. While I'm on the subject, I would just like to apologize for any weird things I may have said to you on the phone. I am still not as bad as my mother, who just called my mother-in-law thinking that it was my sister and left a punchy "happy birthday" message complete with a song. One more for the Rowan Book of Telecatastrophe .
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I also hate to talk on the phone! I am not kidding! You might think this is impossible given the many hours I do spend talking on it to friends and relatives. That is just it...friends and relatives are great...making appointments, excusing my kids from school, calling people in the ward or other such things. I would rather run over to my neighbor's house, beat on their door late at night, disturb their evening, maybe catch them in their P.J.'s than just simply calling over and asking a question and save them and me the embarrassment.
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