I Blog to Defy the Shrews


This week’s Spin Cycle is about blogging. Well, why you’re blogging. And how you got started. And why you decided to call it whatever it is you call it. Your blog, that is.

I started blogging because my friend, Debbie, at Buzzin’ By, said to me, (well she didn’t really say anything, she wrote it because that’s how Debbie and I talk, bein’ cyber friends, and all), she says, “You need to start a blog.” So, I started a blog. I pretty much do everything Debbie suggests, because she has that kind of power over me.

See, there was this creepy place we used to hang out at, called TSC, or The Stepfamily Connection. I got involved with this whole crowd of stepmoms because I had just married my second husband and started down the twisted, broken, root-infested, ankle-breakin’ path we call “Step Life.”  I had just gotten my first computer, too, and although I knew nothing about discussion forums, I was enlightened about Google, thank God. So I was googling “how to survive being a stepmom,” or “how to deal with a vicious, immature, selfish, brainwashing ex-wife,” or something along those lines, when I stumbled onto TSC and my life ain’t been the same since.

The whole world of meeting people online and sharing my most intimate problems with total strangers was opened up to me that day. Eventually, a bunch of us decided to meet in person and it was uncanny how we not only clicked, but how our husbands clicked, too. It’s like they were long lost brothers.

Over the course of a few years, our group on TSC became divided into two groups. Let’s call them the “Jealous Shrews” and the “Pretty Nice Girls”. Debbie, bein’ the Queen of the Pretty Nice Girls, our “Queen Bee” (her screen name), was despised the most by the Jealous Shrews. What they particularly hated the most about her, was her ability to bee-friend everyone. She was, in a word, popular. She kept up with everything and everybody and had the best advice. So, the Jealous Shrews, bein’ eaten up by the green eyed monster like they were….did I mention that they all just happened to be fat and ugly? I’m just sayin’!….started a hate campaign against “The Queen” and what they thought of as her “followers.” They even named her “Bee-sus” and said she had the ability to suck out the brains of her disciples, which they named “Bee-sciples”.

The owner of this mess (called TSC) tried to swoop in at the last moment and moderate. By then, it had pretty much turned into a mud-slingin’, reputation bashin’ free-for-all and she shut the whole thing down before it gave her a nervous breakdown, or worse, caused her to break a fingernail.

I’m not makin’ this up, y’all. My imagination is not this good. These so-called ladies actually sat around and took the time to type all this crap. What they meant, by all this brain suckin’ talk, was that Debbie seemed to have an influence over the rest of us Pretty Nice Girls that they, in their petty, small brains, could not understand. What she had, and what she still has, is a sense of humor, a sense of fairness, integrity, and a  thoughtful, intelligent, interesting and caring personality. (Plus she’s pretty.)

I’m very proud to call her my friend.

So when Queen Debbie makes a suggestion, I jump all over it. Partly because it gives me a little wicked thrill to think about how the Jealous Shrews would be bangin’ their heads up against the wall, if they knew, but mostly because I respect her advice. She’s never steered me wrong, yet, and I know I can trust her.

Where Debbie leads, I will follow. So this here blog is my foray into another part of the great big ole  Internet. Right now, I’m like a baby, crawlin’ around on the floor and stickin’ stuff in my mouth to see how it tastes. One of these days I’ll pull myself up and try to take a few shaky steps, but I’m still in my creeping along stage right now. My creeping and tasting has already lead me to the realization that one blog is not enough. So I’ve already branched out to the crazy Wild Side of Snowy, which is about another one of the Nice Pretty Girls that I love.

A couple of months after I started blogging, my grandmother passed away. I found that posting her poems and sharing my memories of her was a tremendous help in my grief process, and so I began to get a taste of how therapeutic a blog can be. I plan to do another blog about her and her life, with old scanned photographs and her poetry. It will be, I hope, a nice memorial to her that my family across the country can read and participate in.

The Story About My Name has already been written, in one of my first posts. I wanted to have a safe place where I could “snap” in style, if and when I got good and ready. I wrote for a magazine, Wrightsville Beach Magazine, for a while and I owned my own publication, Scene Magazine, which was about my home town, Wilmington, N.C. I love to write and I want to write a novel someday. I also want to start a photography blog and a blog all about Wilmington, which would be sorta like an online version of Scene Magazine. Until then, this will do.