My blog is like a box of chocolates.

I’ve been in a bizarre not-so-funny phase lately on this blog.  The ebb and flow of life has deposited me into a mostly serious, muddy puddle.  I think I’ll float around in this puddle for a while… I kind of like it.  It’s cold, but refreshing… dirty, and real feeling.

For the past few days I’ve been feeling guilty.  I’ve felt bad for not “living up to” what people read me for – so I haven’t been writing.  My blog name is funny.  My header is fun looking.  I had to shake off the guilt of misleading you all.  In truth… I have no niche.  There is no “tone” to my blog.  A lot of you probably just don’t know what to expect anymore.

The “experts” say that people like to know what they’re getting.  People want to visit certain websites for their daily laugh, another one for their political commentary, another to feel spiritually uplifted.  I get that… originally that was my plan.  You were all supposed to come visit, shoot whatever liquid you were drinking out of your nose, smile, laugh at my expense, and then go about your day.

But this space is a reflection (although sometimes distorted) of my life.

Life is a fickle bitch.

I’ve decided not to reign her in.

Right now I’m stressed to my limit, I’m exhausted, and the world around me seems strange and foreign most of the time.  I have anxiety over the asparagus going bad in the fridge because I haven’t had time to cook it, while raging over the fact that politicians are trying to take away my choices as a woman.  I read certain headlines, and have to peek in my garage for the DeLorean, because surely I need to get back to the future.

Then my preschooler will do an interpretive dance to the music of his pinball game, and I’ll laugh not noticing the baby vomiting in my hair.

I’m counting on the fact that some of you out there still like surprises.

Because this blog is like a box of chocolates.

Sometimes it’s the coveted piece with the cherry inside.

Sometimes it’s just bitter, dark chocolate.

Sometimes it’s got fluffy, not-marshmallow, not-nougat, mystery filling.

Sometimes it oozes liquor.

And sometimes it’s a little nutty.


"You never know what you're gonna get."



PS- This blog is NOT one of those boxes that you turn over, and can read on the underside which pieces have what in them before you pick.

PPS- I’m starting to think Rachel Maddow is kind of hot.




19 responses to “My blog is like a box of chocolates.”

  1. I like chocolate. I like you. So, yeah.

  2. The mystery chocolate boxes are the best kind. Keeps me on my toes. Plus, I think that it’s kind of boring when you always know what you’re going to get. I keep coming back because I like your voice and your writing in all its shapes and forms. BTW – Thanks for reminding me about my rotting asparagus.

  3. c.c. says:

    the “friends” (whether you talk to them face to face or over the internet) who come around for the good times aren’t friends if they leave for the bad. it’s like marilyn monroe said: if you can’t handle me at my worst, you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.

    so you write, girlfriend. and i’ll read whatever you put up there. maybe, i don’t come visit you all that often, but i’m always glad when i do.

  4. Delena says:

    i stop by because i enjoy what you say, regardless of tone. so whatever it is you say, i’ll read….even if this place is one of those guide-less chocolate boxes 😉

  5. Heather says:

    I like blogs like this – yes, it’s sometimes good to know what you’re getting, but life isn’t always so neat and predictable. You have a great style of writing whether being funny or serious. I do worry about this with my own blog, as well, but you’re pulling it off, so I might try, too!

  6. Venus says:

    Wait… is there anyone who DOESN’T think Rachel Maddow is kind of hot??? They’re lying.

    But I digress.

    In my chocolates, I like to know what I’m eating. I only buy what I like.

    In blogs, I’m a bit different. I like blogs which accurately reflect the person who is their author, warts, laughs, and all… you know, life’s rich freakin’ pageant.

    So you just keep doing what you’re doing, and I’ll keep reading.

    Also? My rotting asparagus would like to meet yours. May we set up a playdate?

  7. Rachel O. says:

    I read this blog because you are real. I just had a baby girl in December and finding a blog that is funny and sad and angry and happy and vommitted on and above all exhausted is finding a kindred spirit, a sister in arms and a shining beacon of hope. I get to read that I’m not the only one to go through this and it is normal at least for new motherhood. Your “tone” is simply being fabulously Mommy Nani Booboo. Thank you for that.

  8. Kimberly says:

    Confession: I don’t like chocolate.
    But I do like blog writers who that are real…of course they are real…unless you are a robot…but they have feelings too.
    Did this comment get out of control?
    I answered that one for you.
    Sending hugs and non threatening asparagus thoughts

  9. Screw the experts. I love the way you write about your reality. It’s just so… real.

    PS How did you know I was going to turn the box over?

    PPS I think I’m starting to agree with you about Rachel Maddow.

  10. Leslie says:

    Love it! Honest, real blogs are the best kind. No one can be funny all the time–can they?

  11. John says:

    I dislike chocolate, but love this blog . . . and things that ooze liquor, so I think that means that I like you a whole lot.

    I’m still waiting for the time where I’m “me” and not this reactionary robot that just tries to not drown in the now. I’ve been waiting for 2 years for that now…

  12. Marta says:

    I actually don’t like niches. Its just a fancier way of saying clique. “You are this kind of person and you are segmented with these kind of people.” I have no niche and I don’t particularly like to read blogs that are of only one kind. I like reading about you as a person and a writer. Happy, sad, otherwise.

    I just don’t like chocolate with gooey stuff inside. So try not to ooze at me.

  13. Jenni,
    YOu are human and your imperfections are what make you so readable. I too used to feel like people only read me because they expected shoot out your nose funny, now I send them to my posts at AL. Life changes daily for all of us. I’d rather know whats really going on with you. How can we be your village if we don’t know how you really feel? Be yourself, it’s all authentic and awesome. We’re here if you need us.

  14. Still here, still reading. Regardless of what kind of day you’re having. This is your space – you don’t have to dress it up. Thanks for letting us be here.

  15. Mama Bear says:

    A long time ago when somebody offered me a piece of super dark chocolate with sea salt on it, I was all eeeewww. And then I ate it and I think I saw the face of God for a minute.

    Just sayin.

  16. I love you because you are without premeditation. Without calculation–

    I love you because you are here: always just HERE.


  17. Jasmine says:

    “Life is a fickle bitch. I’ve decided not to reign her in.”
    Perfectly said! I visit blogs for comraderie. It’s comforting to know that others are in the trenches of life with me and if they’re not, it’s good to be reminded that perhaps one day neither will I. Thanks for sharing your chocolates with us– even when we’re on a diet, we just can’t stay away 🙂

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