About "The Not-So Emily Post"

So I've always wanted to be a blogger, right? Not a lame blogger who writes to free her tormented soul, but a blogger who writes something mildly entertaining and who helps her readers take a mental break from life for even just a few minutes. Yes, I've always wanted to be a blogger.

And then I suddenly realized, hey, I have fingers, hey, I can type, hey, I have the internet...OMIGOSH, I AM A BLOGGER!

Then I thought and thought and thought about what clever little name I could come up with for my blog, something cutesy and memorable. And I was like, ok, that is just stupid, who cares what your blog title is. Then, I realized that only EVERYONE cares, and it's only the MOST IMPORTANT part of the blog...aside from the clever content, the page decor...ok, so it's actually the LEAST IMPORTANT part. But for someone like me who has a lot to say but not a whole to say, if you know what I mean, the title is pretty important, because it might be the only interesting thing that people read on the whole blog.

So, I thought to myself, "Self, what is it about you that makes you, YOU?" And I thought and thought. And thought some more. And I wondered about all of the intelligent things I could write about, all of the best of the latest trends and little insights about life.

I then came to a realization that was mildly disturbing yet it raised such a level of self-awareness that I almost had to take a moment of silence. I AM SOCIALLY INCORRECT!

Yes, that is like "politically incorrect," except for the politics part (because I'm ALWAYS write about that!).

One recent event comes to mind that points to my social incorrectness. I was tired of storing all of my wedding china (which I had NEVER opened or used) in my hallway pantry, so I came up with a great idea to post it in the CraigsList classifieds to sell. I didn't think anyone would ever answer a posting like that. But then again, it IS CraigsList, a forum where people buy haunted cars and kidneys, so I shouldn't have been too shocked to have found a buyer. Lo and behold, a few days after posting my ad, a girl calls and wants to buy it all. It wasn't cheap either! So, off I drove with my china loaded up in the Sequoia, to sell my precious wedding china to some stranger for hundreds of dollars (that I later spent on clothes).

And that, my friends, is where I came up with the title for my blog. I realized that, were Emily Post still alive (I think she's dead, right?), she would have dropped in a faint to hear that I had sold my precious wedding china, and would have been even MORE appalled that I had never USED it for entertaining. She might have keeled over dead to hear that I still use my chipped Target dishes for every meal, even (gasp!) CHRISTMAS DINNER!

I am the farthest thing you'll ever find from Emily Post, but I am a WHOLE lot more fun than she ever could have been, I guarantee you THAT!

And so begins "The Not-So Emily Post" posts, and yes, I will do my best to make her roll over in her grave. I won't have to try very hard - apparently it just comes naturally. Don't mention to her that one time, when I had company, I didn't change the sheets before the next round of guests came in...I mean, they only slept in that bed for one night!!! And no, of COURSE it wasn't when YOU spent the night. Silly!

Until next time and another misadventure in social incorrectness...leave a comment and tell us all about YOUR greatest social faux pas to date!