I don’t think I’m that bad…

So, some of you who read my posts notice that the boy comments…on almost every single one.

And some of you comment on his comments more than on my content.

Which is fine. Really. I’m not hurt by this.

I keep a lot of the boy to myself so when he “shows up” people get a little excited. For awhile I was convinced that you guys thought that maybe I was just making him up.

But I’m not. He’s real.

Anywho, I love that he comments. He would be the type of guy that if he tweeted or facebooked, would drop by my wall just to say I love you publically.

Go ahead. Gag. I have to hold it back a lot too. It’s just so stinkin’ sweet.

He’s just that way.

And I love it.

So, commenting on my blog? And being all sweet and stuff? I totally dig it. Even if I have to stiffle the little bit of vomit that collects in my throat.

(Yes, I am the only person than can make your stomach turn when talking about a good relationship. I’m insanely talented that way. Don’t be jealous.)

But to catch the boy’s comments you have to read a little later in the game because his alerts to my posts comes via email and its normally 24-48 hours before he reads what I’ve written.

Not complaining. He’s the only man I’ve ever dated that has taken a genuine interest in my blog. Genuine is the key word there.

He knows how huge of an outlet this is for me. He knows of the friendships I’ve made through this portal to the world wide web. He’s even met a few of my bloggy friends. (Who called him the boy. They didn’t know what else to call him.)

He understood the frustrations I had when I couldn’t write. He cheered me on when the urge to write hit and often times he would try to “make time” for me to write.
(Unfortunately, he doesn’t understand that when the moment hits, I must write or I’ll lose the essence of what I was trying to get across. Well I shouldn’t say he doesn’t understand…if I say I have to write or if he sees me writing, he knows that its important. But it throws him off because I’m a planner and I don’t plan on writing. Ever.)

But on the whole, he has supported all of my online efforts which is huge for him.

That is until now.

Yesterday, I discovered the wordpress app for my blackberry and I was stoked. I could blog whenever because I always have my phone with me.

I? Was excited.

The boy?

Not so much.

In fact, whereas almost every comment he leaves involves a smiley face? This one had a frown.

“You can blog from your berry? Oy. I’ll never get your attention again ”

Or something to that effect. I know the last sentance was verbatim.

And so I did a quick check to inventory the time I spend in my virtual world. Yesterday?

Over the top – way too much. But I worked from home and the transition from work/computer to home doesn’t come easy for me.

But on the whole, I’m not on the computer much in the evening.

In fact, most of my blog posts are crafted in the morning or while I’m at work.

Twitter? That’s a different story. Had I blogged that I could tweet from my phone then I would expect that comment. But blogging?

So I feel as if I need to publically tell the boy that he has nothing to worry about with my new found app.

The reality is…

If the urge struck to write from 5-10pm I’d just get on the computer. Which I hardly ever do. The berry app? Really just for night time when I often find my mind reeling with thoughts that would be nice to throw up so that I can have it off my mind…or work thru things.

It’s not something that I will use as an excuse to ignore the chaos that surrounds us. (Not that it’s not tempting sometimes! Hey. Just keepin’ it real.)

so don’t worry, Hun. I’ll still be running the joint. But if ever you’re curious about what’s going on in my mind and feel as if I’m ignoring you?

You can just come read my blog.

But get here as early as possible because I’m a girl and your 24 hour lag might mean that my mood/attitude/thoughts have changed since posting.

For the rest of you…tell him that if blogging is my worst addiction, he can join YOUR husbands to commiserate.

Until next time…