I woke to find this in my e-mail box this morning:
I love your posts about working out. Your gym sounds hilarious and ripe with stories! (Better to be ripe with stories than fungus, right?) Do you mind if I link you in a group blog, People Under the Stairmasters, about gym culture? Better yet, would you be willing to join and cross post there?http://www.peopleunderthestairmasters.blogspot.com/
Woohoo! I've hit the big time! The woman who sent me this kind offer is one of my favorite bloggers. If you're reading from our list of favorite bloggers, hers is C.U.S.S. If you're not reading them... shame on you. Did you not hear me specifically tell you you should? You're grounded...all of you!
Inviting people to join your blog group is somewhat like proposing marriage at the Cubs game on the Jumbotron; there's some risk of public embarrassment. But Suzanne, I'm throwing my arms around your neck and beaming at the camera (not dumping my beer in your lap and mouthing "asshole" on national TV, in front of your mom and all your friends). Yes! Yes I'll marry your blog!
But...uh...you'll have to tell me how to do that. My friend Amy's been trying to teach me to use MySpace all week, and I'm not exactly taking to it like a duck to water. Of course it doesn't help that I've been told that if you're over 30 and posting on MySpace, you're either stupid or you're a pedophile.
And Suzanne...Have you met my friend Robin? The one who didn't take three years off? The one who kayaks and swims in her fish pond?
Suzanne, this is Robin. Robin...Suzanne. Talk amongst yourselves. I have to go work out.