Fool-O The Leader

I just went through my Followers page and apparently I have over 30 followers and I know barely a third of them, which is pretty petrifying if you think of it.

I mean, who are you, O Follower of My Blog? You, yes you! You never comment, and do you actually read my blog?  I’m not subscribed to yours; should I be?

Some of you have been subscribed to my blog for over a YEAR and I didn’t even know it!

This makes me confused.

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I don’t know why.  But then again, that’s probably because I am confused.

It’s holiday time now, and I guess a lot of us are sitting around with family and friends, or maybe, sadly, but more likely, we are sitting with our computers.

We are all checking our Inbox and Walls, and our Dashboards, of course.

Anna checking facebook

Image by TIFFANY DAWN NICHOLSON (TDNphoto) via Flickr

Of course. But how many of us actually read the 37 blogs we are subscribed to?

How many of us actually have the time, patience, or interest to do that?

Not many, I guess.

Many a time have I glanced warily at a blog that landed in my inbox, scanned the title, hesitated, and then firmly hit “Delete”.

Simply because I don’t have the time, patience or interest.

It’s not personal; I subscribed because I enjoyed one or two posts (or maybe I OD’d on your entire blog and enjoyed all of it!) but it’s been a while since then and I don’t remember why I liked it, what you wrote about, or even the fact that I subscribed!

This leads me to a sad truth; most of my subscribers are probably the same way!

I guess I am no longer confused, or petrified, because all of you 30-something Followers are not letting my words penetrate further than your inbox!

While this brings about a feeling of relief, it’s also a bit of a let-down, because if it isn’t you reading this, who is it?

Well, whoever you are, I will probably never know, and as my bedtime has fast approached, hovered, and passed, I must bid you a good night and a Happy Holidays!

Thanks for reading!

Keep UNraveling!

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Hiccups, Coughs and Torture All in One

“Whatever you say goes back to you” is a stupid, childish phrase that I hate to repeat, yet I can’t think of a more fitting sentance to describe what just happened to me moments ago.

 

I was eating supper with my brothers (pizza, actually!) and we were discussing torture methods, such as tying up a guys arms, legs and mouth and passing his favorite hot food under his nose for three seconds, then leaving for 24 hours, before repeating the process.

Somehow, our conversation switched to riddles and I repeated this one I heard a few weeks ago:

“Bob is walking through the desert, when suddenly he needs a drink. He walks into the nearest bar, and asks for a drink of water. The bartender pulls out a gun, holds it up, and scares Bob. Bob says thanks, and leaves” Obvious question; what is going on here?

Well, my brothers tried guessing various things; water gun, what’s a bar doing in the desert, etc, etc, but to no avail. Meanwhile, I filled my mother in on my day, crazy application story, how I tried to buy a phone off of craigslist from some druggie, you know, the usual.

 

Suddenly, I coughed on my water (can’t remember why) splurted it out over my pizza, backwashed it into my cup, and caught the remaining leaks in my hand. Awkward, and I don’t think I’ve done that since I was three.

As I was alternating coughing and laughing, I said, “OH, NO! I hope I don’t get the hiccups!” You see, when I cough a lot, I get the hic-hiccups.

My body did not fail me this time. DANG! My brothers cracked up, because of course, “I hope I don’t hic!…” sounds pretty funny. So there I was hiccuping for all I was worth, and it’s a lot, let me tell you that, when I suddenly thought of the riddle.

“That’s the answer, by the way!” I said, “Bob has the hiccups. He needs a drink- to stop the hiccups, and the bartender scares them out of him by holding up a gun”

We all cracked up, because who says a hiccup riddle and gets the hiccups? We then discussed hiccup-removal methods, and if water, thinking of giraffes, or being scared works. My 13 year old brother gave a little “ROAR” but I just raised my eyebrows. And made a cute little “hic!”

Then I went to tell my mom the riddle’s answer (my misfortunate plight) and my little brother kept bugging me until I turned and barked/hiccuped, “WHAT?”

“I wanna show you something” he said. It immediatly entered my mind that 13 year old brother was hiding behind the staircase, ready to jump at me and scare the hiccups out of me, but I followed, still talking to my mother.

Just as I took a breath in to cough, my mother moved away from where she was standing and my brother jumped out from the bathroom entance- NOT where I had been expecting him to come from at ALL- and he yelled

“RAHHHHHH!” I screamed almost as loud as him, mid-cough, so it sounded worse, and LITERALLY jumped in the air. After I had finished gasping and laughing…I realized my hiccups were gone. GONE! It works! He scared the “hic” outta me!

Though he didn’t hold me up with a gun, well, my brother jumping out of the wall is nearly as scary, and so, what I had spoken about before all came straight back to me.

So, my dear children, watch what you say…but don’t come running to me if you’ve been discussing Mercedes and iPhones and they haven’t appeared. I’ll just tie you up and wave some pizza under your nose…heh heh heh…

Anyways, I know I’ve been neglecting you, bloggie, but that’s because I started a new one, just between me and some friends…but I haven’t been keeping that one going either! Oh, well…

Keep UNraveling!

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