I am SO. Over. It.

I've been trolling around in my never-ending quest for interesting blogs. Where is the Julie/Julia Project of 2007? Here's what I've learned:

1. Blogging Moms are boring. I'm sorry. They all seem to have the same life, the same point of view, the same list of funny kid stories, the obligatory shots of progeny eating homemade godknowswhat in their custom-sewn, vintage fabric jumpers. They all have oddly-sewn toys that are meant to look like woodland creatures, but really just look like a Brooklyn graphic designer is hoping to get her Etsy shop off the ground.

2. The more people link to your blog, the more likely that you have made a career of selling custom-sewn mushroom dolls. For $50 each.

3. The environment, and simple living, attract a considerable following of nutballs. I am all for living simply, though I don't always, and being earth-friendly. But, at the point that you are swearing off using your electricity completely, I think you're barking. And, Aluminum is not an upgrade from plastic, wackos!

4. I have read too many lists of "interesting things" about bloggers that are not interesting. but, it has inspired me. Something you probably don't know about me:

I hate laundry. I hate everything about it: the sorting, the heavy wet clothes, the folding, the hanging... all of it. I am also unbelievable picky about how things are put away. I have rules for how to fold socks, underwear and T shirts. I have shirt folding boards. Tops are hung by color, pants by type of use and season. Dresses are hung by occassion, and I let jackets, suits and skirts fend for themselves. Because I'm WILD. Dr. Boy does our laundry most of the time, which works out because he mostly gets the folding and sorting right by my system, and it's OK for me to let go a little bit. I cook.

XOXO,

M