Should I Stay or Should I Go?

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Since I've been laid up with this ankle issue, I've created a mini command center at the kitchen table.  There are piles of paper, my computer, my phone, my briefcase, my camera bag, stacks of magazines that I can finally read, pages of the aforementioned magazines ripped out for recipes to save and so forth.  With all this time to just sit and organize all of my favorite things, I've also been able to make lists (and you know I love a list).  On the top of one of the many lists I have in rotation is "To Blog" and underneath that is "Tumblr?".  I've been wanting to write; I've definitely got the time to do so now. I've also wanted to explore Tumblr a little more.

I think I'm in love.

For the remaining three people who live under a rock, Tumblr is micro-blogging. It's like Blogger or WordPress got together with Insta.gram and Pinterest and *poof*!

Awesome-sauce.

There are times when I don't know who read this blog, and so in the interest of keeping things PG (at the very least), I find myself doing some serious editing. I'm careful with my word choice, the images I put up, the topics I discuss. With the Tumblr, I'm not going to do that. If I want to put up a picture of a half naked male model, drop a few f-bombs, string together some texts or chats that have no cohesiveness other than that fact that I wrote them, so be it. I'm going to do it. That West End Hoe that's driving me nuts in carpool? She's going on blast on the Tumblr.  The off color things my kids say (hello, cotton balls?), that's going up.  I'm looking at Blogger like my Ego and Tumblr like my Id.

And yes, for as much as I enjoy hearing people say that they've read my blog, that they like my writing, I think I'm going to keep this piece of the blogosphere close to the vest for a little while longer. I wouldn't want everyone's perceived notion of my immense perfectionism to combust in one fell-swoop and create a giant wormhole in the space time continuum.

I have to admit, I'm pretty disgusted with myself for the amount of time I've spent connected to the Internet over the past few days. I've been texting, twatting tweeting, blogging, updating my webpage, shopping on Etsy, skulking around on Facebook, Insta.gramming and Pinterest-ing.  I mean, what choice do I have, really?  My leg is wrapped up mummy-style from the knee down.  My leg is throbbing like it's the baseline beat for a Maroon 5 song.  Ever since I tripped over that trash bag, my ability to do much beyond put in my contact lenses by myself has been severely limited.  I can't exercise. I can't cook. I can't walk without crutches, which means, I can't carry stuff from room to room as I go about my daily business.  I'm on pain pills, which means I can't drive, which means no random trips to Target (they sent me a get well soon card) or trips to Loft to return clothes that looked better on me in the dressing room. I've passed carpool duties off to my dad and some very kind neighbors. My mom dusted off her Donna Reed skills and has been running the household with her own unique brand of efficiency and verve. I honestly think my dad is falling in love with her again, seeing her take care of Mo, Co, Vivi and me. It's like they're having a second chance to do the parenting thing with me.

Yesterday, I laid up in bed all day watching CSI and texting, giving my breakfast/lunch/dinner requests to my parents.  Vivi is keeping me company and we actually have the same nap schedule.  Sitting abed all day is hard and this is only day two.  My mother-in-law called me last night to check in and when I told her how I had spent the day, she said, "Oh! Oh! It must really be painful if you spent the day in bed!"  I guess my go-go-go lifestyle is another one of my defining features along with my hair.  If I had a dollar for every time someone has said, "Well, you really needed to slow down," in response to hearing about my accident, I'd be able to treat myself to lunch at Chipotle (mmmm, chicken fajita bowl) and have enough left over for the on-line shopping I plan to do this afternoon.

My Amazon wish list is Ah-May-Zing right now.  I may have to upload it to Tumblr, sit back and admire my handiwork.  And if I do break-up with Blogger. . .well, I'll be kind about it. Like ripping off a band-aid.