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308th Friday Blog Roundup

I decided I would take a digital vacation this weekend.  I would not read blogs, write posts, check email, return emails, or touch the computer for two days.  Instead, I’d read vampire smut (oh my G-d, I am so in love with vampire smut now to the point that I am freaking out Calliope and Lindsay who “shake their heads and say I’ve changed” — quick, name the song).  Read rock-n-roll smut.

Which meant that like a real vacation, I doubled up on my online time before I left and am certain that I’ll have double the online time when I return.  Isn’t that the way it always is?  You plan a vacation and before you can go, you need to clean the house and pack the bags and do the laundry and run the errands.  Then you go on the vacation and get a tiny bit relaxed, and then come home to more cleaning, more unpacking, more laundry, more errands.  Can you ever really just take a vacation and have it be a break rather than squeezing the work to either end?

So I answered emails and I tried to get through my Google Reader and I started working on a blog post that I’m having difficulty constructing and I spent more time than I would have on the computer.  All to have a digital vacation.  And while I did this, and relished all the time I’d have for vampire smut, I started back-tracking by saying to myself that I might glance at a blog post or two.  And I might read the front page of my Twitter feed once or twice.  And I may scan the subject lines of emails and only open the ones that look like they might be urgent-ish.

A problem, right?

Usually, I don’t take a conscious break — I simply don’t find my way to the computer over the course of a day — but once I started actually planning a break, I started getting all Internet twitchy.  Still, this is a heads up that if I do what I say I’m going to do (which is spending time with vampire smut), I won’t be updating the IComLeavWe list until Sunday.  So sign up — you’ll go up — but it won’t be until Sunday.

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The Weekly What If: What if you could only smell one thing for the rest of your life?  What would it be?  Not in a sickening way, where everything would smell unnaturally like this one thing (as in, it’s not as if your pork chops would smell like your grandpa’s after shave), but it would be a scent that would always be accessible to you, and the only thing that had a scent for you.

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Evolutionary Dead End is closing her blog and I love her final thoughts, especially the ubiquitous saying, “it’s getting late.”  She writes, “But I feel the need to say something here, along the lines of good-bye, because if I don’t, I might just stay here forever. And that is starting to not feel right to me.”  It is a lovely, delicate goodbye as well as a hello to her new blog, which is linked to within her latest post.

Bagmomma has a post titled “Call Me Suzy” about how the way she viewed the world changed as she aged, and how she moved away from the greyness and somewhat back to the sunniness (though perhaps not the rosiness).  It’s a lovely post about losing yourself and finding yourself again, exactly where you left yourself. [On a side note, can I take this moment to admit that I sometimes say to myself “Bagamama” to rhyme with “Wagamama” — as in the noodle restaurant — when I see her blog title.  And I love that because you sit at long tables at Wagamama, and it would be the perfect set-up for an ALI get together.]

Child Bearing Hips has a post about perspective.  It is tiny and quick, but it packs a big punch.  It made me smile all day after I read it.

Lazy Seamstress has a post about having a child after the loss of her daughter, Florence.  It begins with a story about a friend she met at college, who gave her son, Ernest, a music box, and continues into an exchange with a neighbour.  The post meanders, almost as if you are traveling from idea to idea in the writer’s mind.  It’s a quiet post, but one that gets down into your bones.

Lastly, It’s Always Raining has a post on the morning of her first IUI.  A how-did-I-get-here post.  It is both familiar and unique at the same time.  She writes, “I guess most of us have been in that place, the shock of IF hitting us full force. These milestones are painful reminders that IF is real, it’s unfair, and it’s unwelcome. I don’t want to have to go to Dr. W’s office today.”

The roundup to the Roundup: I’m unplugging for a day or two to dedicate myself fully to vampire smut.  Answer the Weekly What If.  And lots of great posts to read.

15 comments

1 WiseGuy { 10.01.10 at 8:06 am }

…would love the scent of wet earth…the scent of rain hitting a thirsty land…

2 HereWeGoAJen { 10.01.10 at 8:45 am }

Wait, can the internet survive without you? What will we DO?

Vanilla, I think. Actually, chocolate chip cookies. Yes, cookies.

3 LJ { 10.01.10 at 9:18 am }

Oh, the scent of my man, without a doubt. Take that to be whichever man in my life you want, my dear. I’m glad you’re recharging, even if you’re a slut for vampire smut.

4 Katie { 10.01.10 at 9:57 am }

Rain. And not moldy wetness. Fresh, clean rain. There’s something about that smell that makes me feel clear and free.

Enjoy your vampire smut. 🙂

5 Eve { 10.01.10 at 10:30 am }

Hmmmm…Vampire Slut. An interesting Halloween costume idea.

As far as an eternal scent: Aveeno Baby Wash and Shampoo, along with the downy hair of a baby to accompany it.

6 N { 10.01.10 at 10:58 am }

Honeysuckle for sure. Sweet and clean, light enough that it wouldn’t be overbearing. I love the smell of honeysuckle.

And I don’t judge you for your vampires. Sort of.

7 Another Dreamer { 10.01.10 at 2:49 pm }

What scent… my goodness. I can’t decide… either the smell right before/after a rain (you know the smell, wet and earthy, fresh, invigorating). Or perhaps lilacs… or sandlewood. I think the rain smell would win though, I love that smell. Mmmm.

8 Emily { 10.01.10 at 4:31 pm }

Both sides now, joni mitchell.

9 mrs spock { 10.01.10 at 9:36 pm }

Mmmm…vampire smut. I read all of them so far, thanks to paperbackswappers.

10 Erika { 10.01.10 at 9:46 pm }

Pine trees would be my scent. In fact it is a scent that calms me and I use year round anyway.

11 Bea { 10.01.10 at 10:58 pm }

Have a good break!

My first thought as far as the what-if goes is Mr Bea, who smells delicious. TMI? Other thoughts: coffee, fresh oregano.

Bea

12 Barb { 10.02.10 at 8:21 pm }

Cinnamon

Or maybe my freshly scrubbed baby. 🙂

13 Barb { 10.02.10 at 8:22 pm }

Bea.. I getcha on the husband smelling good thing. Funny phenomenon that, but I guess it’s why we found them attractive!

14 Amy { 10.03.10 at 9:49 am }

My daughter, as a baby, had the most delicious oatmeal-cookie-like smell the morning after a nighttime bath. I can barely remember it now, just that it was my favorite smell ever. Now she smells like a little girl- dirt, grass, sweat, grown-up conditioner, detergent, chocolate milk. Not nearly the same!

15 Jen { 10.05.10 at 1:09 am }

love me some vampire or werewolf smut. 🙂 That’s what has gotten me through bed rest.

Mint.

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