Once upon a time, not so long ago, I was brand new to the blogging world. I was uncertain and shy and in awe of all the famous writers surrounding me. Most of these famous writers had no idea I existed. A few of them blatantly ignored me as an unproven newbie when they encountered me. One or two of them lashed out at me in superiority as I stumbled and fumbled my way ignorantly around the blogosphere.
One man was so nice, and so kind, and treated me as an equal from our very first encounter. I sucked up the courage to email him with a few newbie questions. He took me under his wing and gave me the confidence to be myself in my writing. I am forever indebted to him. I love Jason both as my mentor and my friend. One of my favorite things he does on his blog is "Single Sentence Soup." Jason roams the blogosphere and picks out interesting sentences he finds and then links them back to the posts they came from. Today he's put together a Single Sentence Soup just from Twenty Four At Heart. Many thanks, to Jason from The Jason Show for today's post!
Twenty Four at Heart: The Formative Posts
I began reading Twenty Four at Heart back when Twenty Four didn't have multitudes of readers and commenters like there are now. I remember that Twenty Four emailed me, voicing that she didn't feel very confident in her blog, asking for any general blogging advice I might have. Yes, you heard me. SHE asked ME for advice. And now? If you scroll through the past few months you will see that she has become tremendously popular–and for very good reason. Not only is Twenty Four an excellent writer, she is witty, naughty, playful, thoughtful, and has an eye for the beauty (or the absurdity) of her surroundings. Not only that, but she has been through some pretty grueling times, and in spite of it all, she manages to make us laugh post after post. Many of you are familiar with her hilarious posts about adult toys, accidental nudity, and tanning booth mishaps. But, perhaps you weren't around when Twenty Four first began posting. Her take on Money Town is what pulled me in. Her charm, sense of humor, and friendship keep me coming back.
Where I live parents give their girls fake boobs in high school. Yes, and not just boobs – they give their daughters fake boobs and RIB REMOVALS for high school graduation gifts.
No one prepared me for this. No one told me to expect it, or how to handle it … or what to do if the inevitable happened. Yes, I found my first gray hair today. And no, it's not on my head.
Yes, I cried for hours as we drove, snot dripping from my nose, salty tear streaks, and red, unattractive, hive-like splotches all over my face.
Secrets about lovers, imminent pregnancies or divorce, latent lesbianism amongst the grandmas, or possibly news that my youngest child has fathered a new species?
Or maybe one day a woman named Ms. Masochist thought to herself, "Hey, I'll light a candle and just sit here and let the hot wax drip all over the most private and sensitive parts of my body"?
Mabel is the paternal grandmother and Abigail is the maternal grandmother of the same grandchildren. If you are married, imagine your mom running off with your spouse's mom.