Extreme Makeover for Peevish Mama

139olive-oyl-popeye-posters1jessica_rabbitSo as you can see, peevish mama got a bit of a makeover. Doesn’t she look pretty? Or maybe this is your first visit, in which case welcome!

I started this blog almost a year ago and for a long time, I only told a couple people about it. Blogging felt incredibly self indulgent and moreover, I was afraid I would simply suck at it. Slowly I grew comfortable with a little self-indulgence and a little sucking and I told a few more people. Still, I felt like I needed to keep this baby under wraps because if it wasn’t going to be a safe place to spew and vent and curse and complain and bitch and gush and pant and brag and shiver and cry and wonder and love and question, then there was simply no point in it for me. Also, I wasn’t sure I would continue because, really, how long can you keep writing about nothing? Many months, apparently, and here at peevish mama, I will continue to test that hypothesis. 

So this whole letting the cat out of the bag thing feels precarious and maybe even stupid, but I take some comfort in the fact that I’m being precarious and stupid with so many other people it’s not even funny. Every other fucker and his brother has a blog, so really, what’s the big deal? It’s not a big deal.

If I have told you about this blog, it means I am comfortable swearing in front of you or at you. It means I think you won’t judge me, and if you do, I’m ok with that. It doesn’t mean I expect you to read, it doesn’t mean I expect you to talk about it with me. I’m just letting the cat out of the bag – what you and the cat choose to do is entirely between the two of you. Having said that, if you do happen to read, I care what you think, so comment away – I love getting comments. It’s like finding surprise candy in my pockets! Should I ever happen to find a turd in my pocket, I’m turning off the comments button right way because I have a very thin skin. This is superficial entertainment only – I don’t want any shit. 

I need to take a moment to thank the man who made this extreme makeover possible – the guy who is hosting this blog and fielding my inane questions with the patience of a smiling Buddha – the irrepressible, irreplaceable Rip Van Techno. img_0017 My old blog was so low-tech I couldn’t lump my writing into categories – it was just one long chronological archive of my fiendish musings. Now my fiendish musings are roughly organized into the categories you see at the right and I feel oh so much better! So thanks Rip. You da man.

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5 Responses to “Extreme Makeover for Peevish Mama”

  • Susie Says:

    Hey girl! I like the new look! Don’t worry, you won’t even get a dingleberry from me…I love reading your posts! :-)

  • Patrick G. Says:

    That doesn’t look like Rip Van Whatever, but rather Adam S. in a goldenrod adult pajammie with vomit and pit stains and a silly bough on his head ? !

    Kudos to you on the humorous, insightful and witty blog–i’ll be sure to tune in!

    - PG

  • Megan Says:

    Oh my gosh- this was such a pleasant surprise this morning! I’m so glad you shared this with us. You go, girl!

  • peevish mama Says:

    PG- Touché on all but the vomit. I can personally attest to the fact that there was no vomit. I think what you are seeing is Rip’s airbrushed nipple, pulled out of its natural position by his euphoric dancing. Easy mistake.

  • Marshall Says:

    hunted@passiveness.eine” rel=”nofollow”>.…

    ñïñ!…

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