I'm a crappy blogger and I'm okay with it! Join me on the D list.

When I saw the first pleading, nominate me for "Gour-mish" magazines awards, I cringed.  So I figured before the inbox barrage and twitter assaults begin, I'd better put it out there.  I decided it was time for the world to know, I'm a crappy blogger and I'm okay with it.

Let me offer you a few of my thoughts on the subject and hopefully put things into perspective for you:

I'm not going to be strolling down that red carpet, where the judges will be eagerly awaiting me to hand over my lifetime achievement award; oops - I meant best blogger that ever walked the planet award.

Blogging is a business (shut your dirty little mouth); there it's out there, now I can go back to sleeping at night. To be considered a "Blog Star" you have to be really good at handling your business.

Why am I the one that feels rejected when the big name photo sites don't like me?  Don't they make money off my hard work; oh that's how that works.  So I suggest supporting the ones that are supporting you.   

One of them won't even send me a new password, I forgot it; the technical dumb bunny I am.  I think it's a subliminal message "Get out, you are not welcome here".  Unless you are one of those whack jobs that stays in a haunted house after you are told to get out, I can take a hint.

If you want your name to appear on every flipping page of the internet, well here is shocking news; you have to pay for it.  (No, you are a liar.)  I wanted to get my blog listed on a "Big Name Search Engine", if I offered to pay they would consider me faster, not include me, consider me faster mind you.  Look this isn't my day job and I still have to make sure we have food to eat, so I declined to acquiesce to their request.  

What does SEO mean anyways, Something Everyone Offers?  I have to be a twit master with throngs of followers too you say.  Oh and make sure and move all those I don't want to be bothered with to the insignificant list.  I think I'd rather remain twit-less.  Scratch that one off my, I'm going to take over the internet list.

What do you mean my point and shoot isn't good enough, oh and on top of that you want me to buy additional lenses, lighting equipment and other gear, most of which costs more than my car. Not to mention all the processing that needs to occur afterwards.  Then I finally get a decent shot and I have to edit it over and over for other sites.  Composition, what is that anyways, maybe it's when you squat over the toilet seat so you don't actually have to sit on it and get any germs.

Are you kidding me, I can't just schlep food on a plate and grab a quick shot before the family tears into it.  Maybe you are just plain out of your mind when you suggest I get out a pair of tweezers out and arrange my herbs in a pattern before shooting.  I'm way too busy trying to remove the gum my kids put in my hair anyways.

WTH, nobody told me I had to be a computer programmer too.  Just switching sites caused me to break out in an unexplained rash.  Isn't the internet just for reading all the forwards my mom sends me anyways.

If I had mixers and other crap to give away, I might be more popular too, let's get real here, I haven't been offered so much as a chocolate bar.  I could pull the money out of my pocket, but if I have to buy friends, are they really the friends I want to have.

I love when I read a Blog Star's post that is littered with the names of their Blog Star friends; it's almost as if on cue.  Do you think they plan it that way or something?  Here is a novel idea, spread yourself out there a little and make some new friends.  I wonder what it feels like to be that awesome.  Please don't worry about me; I have no need to feel that awesome, I'm just over the moon excited when I don't have to remove my husband's dirty socks from the spot he left them in the night before.

Yet, I sometimes find myself wondering, "What's wrong with me anyways, do I have body odor"? You would tell me if that was the case, wouldn't you!  Just keeping telling yourself, keep your chin up Buttercup, it could be much worse.  I have too many others things in my life that are so good, worrying about being popular is just plain silly, high school was in the past and I plan on leaving it there.

Had I known all the job requirements, I may have thought twice.  I'm more the type to do things and worry about it later, I have the scars to prove it.  For example, when you jump out of a tree, chances are slim you will land on your feet, it's much more likely that you will grab branches grasping for dear life screaming, "Jesus please help me", on the way down.  Those said branches will also take a piece of your arm for a souvenir.

Of course we all want a little appreciation, blogging is hard work.   The blogs I admire the most are the ones where their passion really shines through, not how great of a site they can afford to build.  To those whom need that little boost, I just want to say you are doing a great job and keep up the good work.

I'm a simpleton for the most part, who just really loves cooking and feeding others.  I might not be able to afford "Manolos and Butter" from writing this blog, but I think I made enough last month to get a sugar high off of a couple of Snickers bars.  You can go thank Salty Seattle for the "Manolos and Butter" quote, but I warn you bring hand sanitizer, you will walk away thinking, Lord I hope I didn't touch anything.

If you do things just like everyone else to be successful, well then aren't you everyone else?  And yes I am keeping my rose colored glasses on, thank you very much.

I had a small break down over whether to continue blogging recently.  I couldn't really figure out a reason why I was writing it in the first place.  That is when you have to dig the deepest and grab hold of a little perspective.  I'm going to work harder to provide content; I think people would love to have.  So even if I'm never awarded anything, I'll be proud of the work I have done here.

What I'm hoping you walk away with from this post is a knowledge that I think you are awesome, even if the powers that be don't say so.  Please quit beating yourself up over not being on the A list, life on the D list isn't so bad.  When I go visit you and leave a compliment, it's because I've enjoyed what I've seen, it shouldn't be any other way.

If you would still like my vote on top of all the rocking advice I just gave you, just ask. I'd be happy to vote for you, I'm cool like that.  Maybe I should add a caveat, the first couple of requests are a reminder, the 100th means I'm pissed and you are probably getting deleted.

P.S.  If you want to join me on the D list, please leave a comment with your url and I'll be sure and add you to this post.

Long live the D listers!

Gina