Blogging obsessed

I thought a lot about blogging today. I'm starting to worry that maybe I am becoming obsessed. Don't get me wrong, I think that blogging is a perfectly legit and even creative obsession; however, I am worried that I might over do my blogging crave and burn out quickly.

Kind of like when you start exercising again right after the holiday season. Admit it already, everybody does it. The television starts playing even more diet and fitness ads than usual and all of the gyms have beginning of the year membership specials. Must be a crazy time for that industry.

So, my concern, is that I will do with blogging what I do with holiday exercising: hit it real hard and strong for the first two weeks and than completely lose the motivation. And yes, I do know that I could have put the colloquial term "hit it and quit it" there but it just didn't seem appropriate. I didn't check the box for "must be over 18" to read this blog.

For now, I can only hope that I can turn this writing dream of mine into a habit. So, stick with me. Me and my one follower. We can be like Jerry McGuire and together the two of us and our gold fish can make it. Or, rather, what I really mean is that when I happen to finally publish that novel that I will let all of my millions of screaming fans know that you were my first blog follower (sorry that I can't remember your name at the moment). Such a show of devotion right there.

Today, my obsession with blogging was constantly in my thoughts. All day long, every observation I made, every conversation I had, I wanted to put it in the blog. If I did that though, I would be here writing all night. And, honestly, I have a pretty bad memory and can't even remember many of my so-called brilliant observations. They were brilliant at the time anyway. So I made a "best of" list for the day.

Stupidest question I heard:

-- customer at the bar asks Sam the other bartender, "Do you know the name of a beer that doesn't taste like beer?"

Bleakest dating scene:

--My gay friend lived in Urbana-Champaign where there was one gay bar. And by one gay bar, he meant for all the towns within a 50 mile radius. Talk about not being able to get away from your exes like in that country song, "All my exes live in Texas."

Yummiest food eaten:

--Some amazingly wonderful type of brie cheese left over in our fridge from my roommate's dinner party. Wish I knew the name of it, damn, so good. And I am not even a huge brie lover, I think there are many, more complex cheeses. But, damn, it was good.

Funniest blog moment:

--At the bar with my friend who introduced me to blogspot and she was laughing about how she actually had a follower, some random person according to her. What she didn't know was that the follower was me. I still had not told her the name of my site. She said she thought my posts were funny, but couldn't figure out who this African woman was!

My friend says, "I don't mean to be stereotypical, but when I was reading it, I just couldn't picture that an African woman was writing it."

Cheers blog. Thanks for being here.