It’s all about Donna

Holy cow! How can this happen? Not once, but twice! I could not believe that it was not about me.

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I’m not into making political statements, but have been meaning to make this post for at least a week now. Doesn’t Hillary get it? It is SO not about her… it’s about me! I so laughed when I was listening to one of her speeches and she was asked some question and responded with it being about her! Silly woman…

This could be a delicate post. I’ll just blurt it out. I truly thought it was about me. I finally want to help a group of which I am a member, and get nominated for a position within this group. Well… there were others who couldn’t see it was all about me! I lost the vote! What’s with that? Don’t these people know anything? I hold no malice or ill will. That’s not me. I wouldn’t do that. But, hey! I got feelings too, you know! I know, you have no clue whatsoever what I’m talking about. And that’s OK. As I’ve said all along, it’s not about you… it’s all about me!

Do stay tuned… there’s more entertainment to come!

Just when you thought it was all about me, it isn’t. And I quote,

“Gosh, Donna, I am soooooo upset. Because I was absolutely dead certain that it was all about meeeeeee!

You crack me up.”

–A.B. (a real person whose identity is disguised to protect the innocent; but she’ll know who she is when she reads my blog again)

I think sooner or later folks will see the beauty in blogging. I’ve resisted it for years. I think it’s possible to blog without getting totally personal, but it’s still personal because I’m talking and you’re listening. Remember… it’s all about me. I don’t know that this post will be totally about me, but I’ll see if I can’t spin it that way.

I have a girlfriend who decided to remodel her house. When she discovered that it was going to be extensive, she bought another house to live in while her current house was getting fixed up. Problem was, when she bought the new house, it needed remodeling BEFORE she could move into it. So now she is stuck living in the old house while she’s waiting on the new house to get remodeled. It’s really quite a saga. I told her she should blog about it. This was her reply…

“Can’t do a blog on the house because

1. Too depressing

2. Same ol’ shit, day after day

3. Too busy doing it to write about it

Was in meetings from 6:30 until 10 last night — all bad news, another meeting today, and spent time unsuccessfully trying to track down/stalk architect to get him to come over.

It sucks to live it, would double suck to read about it.

But YOU, on the other hand, are a constant delight!

(I think you need to have the popcorn in the chicken recipe online!)”

See? I knew there was a spin in there somewhere to make it all about me!