why am I here?

“I’d rather stick a fork in my eye” is one of my partner’s favorite expressions. She has applied it to a wide range of activities from driving through Atlanta during rush hour traffic to talking about her feelings. It can also be conveniently rephrased as:  “______ make(s) me want to stick a fork in my eye” so that you can fill in the blank with any noun or phrase you please, like “Brussels sprouts” or “Leaf blowers” or “People who smell bad and stand too close to me in line at the grocery store.” Because of its versatility and hyperbolic assertiveness, it quickly became a favorite phrase of mine as well.

So when I decided to start a blog, I thought it would be a fun moniker. I figured I would write about what I know, what I spend most of my time doing – about the frustrations of being an atypical person managing a household and raising atypical kids. A blog seemed like a fun forum to vent about all the trials of parenting and modern living from a perspective slightly outside the mainstream – thus my original tagline: “The mostly true tales and tribulations of a family on the fringe.”

Copernicus was wrong.

After six months of blogging, I’ve realized two things.  One, FIME isn’t so much about my family as it is about me. Sure I write about the kids a bit, but they’re teenagers now and I find myself thinking more about myself and life after child-rearing. So this blog is more about being a 46-year-old American woman who happens to be a parent than it is about raising kids. There are plenty of “Mommy bloggers” out there, some of which I quite enjoy, but I’m not one of them.

The second thing I’ve noticed is that while I like to complain and find I’m rather good at it, FIME isn’t just about venting. It’s not about being wittily-outraged about all that is ridiculous or ironic about modern American culture, though I do quite enjoy an occasional bout of righteous ranting and will happily indulge now and again.

FIME, however, had other ideas about what it wanted to be and so it wandered, quite on its own really, off the path and into the unexplored woods where it immediately got lost. So here I am, hacking my way through the tangled undergrowth of a vaguely familiar forest I have never seen before where any number of things, if fairy tales are to be believed, might happen or where I could, if I so choose, just make up a story of my own.

So in case you got lost in that metaphor, FIME is mostly just me writing about what I do or what I want to do or what I think about so that I don’t feel like sticking a fork in my eye. And sometimes there are pictures.

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  1. haha. it’s a good and fun read, anyway highway. and hey, who’s complaining, eh? ^^
    hope things are well, FIME. hugs 😉

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  2. My brother’s adage since high school has always been, “_______ beats a poke in the eye,” which was one reason I clicked on this blog back several months ago. I’ve stuck around because A) I like your writing, B) your sarcastic witticisms are often quite funny, and C) you raise some good points in things you ponder on the blog. I’d visit more often if my computer could choke down the pictures. For an “amateur” as you call yourself, you have a really good eye for good imagery, but my computer just doesn’t have the wherewithal to deal with the pretty pictures. One of these days, I’ll replace the thing and actually be able to get around the Internet without being hobbled. Keep with the avoidance of sticking a fork in your eye. 🙂

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  3. Love it. Love knowing the meaning behind it and love the post.

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  4. What a fun read!

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  5. Stopped by because my grandma used the fork in my eye saying and then I startrd poking around(no pun intended) and you are a very fun read.

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     /  September 26, 2012

    Haha!

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  7. This is awesome!

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  8. “FIME, however, had other ideas about what it wanted to be and so it wandered, quite on its own really, off the path and into the unexplored woods where it immediately got lost. So here I am, hacking my way through the tangled undergrowth of a vaguely familiar forest I have never seen before where any number of things, if fairy tales are to be believed, might happen or where I could, if I so choose, just make up a story of my own.”

    just had a little time to revisit this page. this is one of the best About2 i have read. hello! 🙂

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