...and one more thing...

I don't know much about this whole blogging thing, but how is it possible that in the two minute window of the last three weeks I manage to start a post at the exact same time that blogspot goes down. Srsly? How's that going to keep the blogging fire burnin'? I can't believe I found the energy to even start that last one over!

and the word is...

It's strange how words catch on. Or new uses for words catch on. Or new ways to emphasize a word catches on. One day, you're not sure what the word is. Or you've certainly never used it in that context--and a week later, it's EVERYWHERE. That's how it seemed to happen. In a thirteen minute tirade about {blank} I had to stop J and ask him if he realized he kept saying "really?" In that way that doubts everything {blank} has told him--really? did {blank} mean that--really? is {blank} serious about that--really? And in that "you are such a moron you can't "really" be serious! really?

He keeps saying it. The picture above provides a pretty good sense of the disdain in the undertone of the "really". And of course, {blank} gives him every reason to use it every 3.8 seconds. And now, every friend I have is also saying it. When I thought it couldn't spread anymore, the annoying DJ on E! radio started saying it. Really? Srsly...how does that happen so fast?!

It's like we all find something to latch onto and just run with it--as fast and as hard as we can. But it is totally a word that you can use at all times...and it does make you feel better. Now I find myself saying it in my head when I'm stuck behind someone who's decided to make an illegal turn and not use their blinker. Because they're better than that. Really?

Third Try

Okay, we all know how easy it is to start something. Even to do it that second time--a total breeze. Triumphant. Why didn't I start this days/weeks/years ago? It's SIMPLE. But it's that third time (and sometimes fourth time)...you know what we're talking about...that's the challenge. Your new endeavor has lost that "exciting and new--I DID IT!" feeling...and it's not even close to a habit yet. It's hard. Not, "I'm out of breath from carrying that" hard, or "my brain's too tired" hard--hard in a different way..."I like it...I should do it...but I just don't want to do it/can't find the time to do it/do I have to do it?" hard. Kind of like running.

That's like this blog. It started out with excitement. Those first day jitters. Then some promises. But those promises turned empty. And they had such good intentions.

So here's to the third go-round. Perhaps we've reached that point where it'll be a habit. Where we'll be all "I've gotta put that on my blog!" excited. That's the goal. We may just throw up another post today to get over that fourth hurdle. How many times do they say you have to do something to make it a habit?

blogging is fun!

So people keep asking...what's your blog going to be about?? Why'd you really start a blog? When is it actually going to get interesting?
Okay, so no one ever asked that...no one even knows this blog exists yet except the team and the internet geniuses...but here are the answers:
1. We have no idea
2. You know what your mom used to say..."so if so-and-so jumped off a cliff, would you do it?!" Well, yeah, probably...
3. Who knows...probably when we finally have kids and can start talking about dirty diapers or something. But in the meantime, we'll just see what we can dig up to talk about. I'll just bet we can think of some things to keep it interesting... We will, however, take requests.

The next thing to tackle with this crazy blogging world is how to post a picture. Because we know, soon enough, everyone is going to start asking to see our tall cat. He's rather handsome.

dirty thirty

Yikes. Our first Emery dirty thirty is almost here. Dirty Thirty is such a dumb thing to call it--but it rhymes! Everything that rhymes is just a little more fun. In an effort to hold onto our youthful vivaciousness and prove that we're "hip", teamemery has made an official declaration that we will become "bloggers" (how dirty!) before either of us hits thirty! And with just a few days to spare, we've gone 2.0 just in time. Phew!