Welcome to the (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
“yeah, those are mailboxes in our woods as feeders. what part of being a clark did you miss?”
see the mailboxes?
It is well established, here at the blog hop that Lizzi built, that while there is an established format to be followed, some participants might want, or need to stray from the ideal form. This ‘ideal form’ can be found in writers such as Kristi, Christine or Stephanie. Not being judgmental. just that these three are good examples of the traditional form: 10 items, focused on contemporary events, photos allowed.
Then there is the Book of Secret Rules (aka the Secret Book of Rules). There comes a time when, as the deadline for posting approaches, like a first date when you’re out of college and someone from your new job sets you up. You know they mean well, but you’re still trying to adjust to this very more adult world, and though you know you want to go, your ‘what-the-hell-lets-see-how-crazy-we-can-get college self’ is at war with the ‘it’s-time-grow-up-and-be-mature-and-reliable self’ and you see 9:00 approaching. That is what the Book of Secret Rules is for… we, ( the 9 TToT cohosts and 1 crazy-assed YChrome), understand how that can be, and while ‘the rules are the rules’, the very least we can do to help is to offer the following: hey! don’t feeling like a normal readable Post? go ahead, knock yourself out, as long as the average Reader will understand that you are aware grateful to be allowed to share here at the TToT.
1) I will starts with a shocker by saying, I am again grateful for the wicked-cold low temperature. We had a snow stormlette this week past, but the temperature was so low that the snow had the density and consistency of talcum powder. Cold talcum powder, but light and dry
2) Even though I got a very late start yesterday, I am halfway through the Saturday Posts. btw, I came across a Comment at ‘the coop wall’ about shoes which someone (Kristi ) asked about what the hell (‘what the heck’) Christine’s shoes had to do with the Wakefield Doctrine… I smiled
3) I started to answer the (implied) question, but realized that space and courtesy prevented my answering properly and suggested that I ‘spread the answer among my Comments at other’s Posts’… I am grateful for having that occur to me
4) I am grateful for the vidchats on Friday and Sunday becoming more and more established, thanks to Lizzi (and Michelle and zoe and Denise) they are actually becoming two different events…Friday night for fun and hanging out and Sunday for discussions of a more… something nature
5) I am grateful for the fact that Lizzi did not wake up that fateful morning last year thinking, ‘blimey! gwan wid ya now mate…I’ll do a Twenty Things of Grateful, I will’
6) The TToT has two new co-hostinae and, although that was a predominant feature in last week’s Posts, I’ll say right here that my fear and misgivings are clearly and almost completely un-founded!
7) Having spent most of my online time last week bemoaning my fate as a blogger, I am totally grateful for the very kind thoughts and encouragement that showed up on the Comment threads of the Wakefield Doctrine, The kind and supportive thoughts expressed, (by these writers), ranged from “we love you and you have such a bright future” to “jeez clark, you have a niche Post that is being read by normal, sane adults writers… what else do you want? quit the damn belly-achin”
8) I think that I will keep the long intro (to this Post). While the Secret Book of Rules (aka the Book of Secret Rules) in not the central point to this bloghop…. recognizing and sharing the things that we are grateful in our lives is, more and more people are finding the fun that this thing allows us as writers. It is not, of course, saying that ‘hey write whatever you want, we don’t care’, if anything, I would submit that this freedom to bend the rules accentuates the core value in the TToT. In other words, if you need to stray from the format, share the joke with us and be damn sure it’s clear that you know what the point of this bloghop is… lol
9) Of the Rules, how can you beat Secret Rule 1? it is like that rare night at the dinner table, you’re staring at the lump corner of your plate that is the broccoli your mother included insists is good for you, everyone else is done, all the plates are cleared the desert… chocolate cake is waiting…and your mother says, “ok, you don’t have to eat them this time”
10) Rule 1.3!
