{"id":121,"date":"2005-02-18T19:38:16","date_gmt":"2005-02-19T02:38:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/?p=121"},"modified":"2006-04-03T18:12:19","modified_gmt":"2006-04-04T01:12:19","slug":"my-mom-is-reading-your-blog","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/?p=121","title":{"rendered":"My Mom is reading your blog…"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\nSince I’ve been sick this WHOLE stupid week, I’ve found out that I am letting my mom down as far as my blogging goes.
\nEveryone knows, you don’t let down The Fonz.<\/p>\n

She called me today, somewhere in the middle of Tylenol Flu, The History Channel and chocolate ice cream. It’s been a rough week for me and all I can really focus on is this pain in my face. I think I have got to talk to my kids for all of 5 minutes in the past week because Nurse Hitler won’t let me out of the bedroom. I’m useless and my mom called to tell me to get better because she misses me. What she’s really is saying is, “Hurry up and come up with something good to talk about on your blog.”<\/p>\n

The thing I find funny is that she talks about you guys, my blog friends, like you’re part of our family. She, at one point last week, was telling me a story about one of my ex-boyfriends. I had NO idea who she was talking about until she said, “Oh wait, that’s your friend, Dave…the Closet Metro guy.”<\/p>\n

The best part of it is that YOUR blogs are now actual PLACES.
\n“Did you hear that Stephanie is getting a new couch? I heard about it at Sissychongs”<\/p>\n

Dooce is just “Heather’s blog”. She doesn’t quite grasp the concept of how big ‘Heather’s blog’ is. She just goes and reads and thinks she’s just one of my friends.
\nHey mom, I promise if Heather and I hang out someday we will stay REALLY far away from any BBQ sauces M’kay?
\n(and who is it that says, “M’Kay” because I swear that cracks me up every time I hear it.)<\/p>\n

I’ve been getting up and around for a few minutes at a time. Mostly going and checking everyone’s pages and seeing what fun the healthy people are having.<\/p>\n

And now, I need to go back to bed because Nurse Hitler is going to be home and if I’m not in bed cuddled up with my roll of toilet paper, Vicks vaporrub, remote control & Telephone (AND NO ONE IS EVEN CALLING ME!) he’s going to be really pissy.<\/p>\n

There mom, I blogged. Am I your favorite again?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Since I’ve been sick this WHOLE stupid week, I’ve found out that I am letting my mom down as far as my blogging goes. Everyone knows, you don’t let down The Fonz. She called me today, somewhere in the middle of Tylenol Flu, The History Channel and chocolate ice cream. It’s been a rough week for me and all I can really focus on is this pain in my face. I think I have got to talk to my kids for all of 5 minutes in the past week because Nurse Hitler won’t let me out of the bedroom. I’m useless and my mom called to tell me to get better because she misses me. What she’s really is saying is, “Hurry up and come up with something good to talk about on your blog.” The thing I find funny is that she talks about you guys, my blog friends, like you’re part of our family. She, at one point last week, was telling me a story about one of my ex-boyfriends. I had NO idea who she was talking about until she said, “Oh wait, that’s your friend, Dave…the Closet Metro guy.” The best part of it is that YOUR blogs are now actual PLACES. “Did you hear that Stephanie is getting a new couch? I heard about it at Sissychongs” Dooce is just “Heather’s blog”. She doesn’t quite grasp the concept of how big ‘Heather’s blog’ is. She just goes and reads and thinks she’s just one of my friends. Hey mom, I promise if Heather and I hang out someday we will stay REALLY far away from any BBQ sauces M’kay? (and who is it that says, “M’Kay” because I swear that cracks me up every time I hear it.) I’ve been getting up and around for a few minutes at a time. Mostly going and checking everyone’s pages and seeing what fun the healthy people are having. And now, I need to go back to bed because Nurse Hitler is going to be home and if I’m not in bed cuddled up with my roll of toilet paper, Vicks vaporrub, remote control & Telephone (AND NO ONE IS EVEN CALLING ME!) he’s going to be really pissy. There mom, I blogged. Am I your favorite again?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-121","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-random"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/121","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=121"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/121\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=121"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=121"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=121"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}