Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Not Being Gracious

After Christmas, I was going to post about a few presents I received, but well, I forgot and I did not want to put myself in a bad light. I can't think of anything to post about today (this blog contest has really sucked the energy out of me), so I thought I would write about a few presents and me not being as gracious as I could have been.

My mother-in-law gave me a really cute pink jogging suit, and you know, I hate her for it. Not that I would not have found something wrong with any of her gifts; hubbie tells me nothing she would have given me would be appreciated – he is right, of course, but he should not have said that because it makes him look like a mama's boy, and I secretly hate him for it.

Anyway, about the jogging suit. It is really cute and I may have bought it for myself, but since it came from her, all I can think of is, "Did my mother-in-law buy it to say that I have a big ass?" Not very gracious.

Actually, I was wearing it this weekend, and I was not jogging in it. I wear jogging clothes on the weekends, and I almost never wear them to work out. Weird, huh? I mean, I wear t-shirts and shorts to work out, and most of them were not purchased not to work out. They are clothes that are more worn-out. I mean, I wear my work-out clothes for an hour, perspire in them, and then they have to be washed. I don't want to do that to nice clothes.

Not that any of this is at all interesting.

I have decided not to be interesting for the next few weeks. With all of this "Battle of the Blogs" stuff, I think it would be better if my posts were weak. So this is day one for weak posts.

Blog Stuff
Shephard Alley did a new picture for this Battle of the Blogs, in hopes, no doubt of garnering favor with me and luring me away from my hubbie, or more importantly, obtaining favor with other voters. Of course he failed, but I am going to use his picture.
For those of you who don't know too much about HTML, here is the code:

<a href="http://dsmoya31410.blogspot.com/2007/02/round-1-battle-of-bloggers.html"> <img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6IJP-9NPFAU/ReMVVlgZQRI/AAAAAAAAABI/niGaUkgHcmc/s320/Battle-ofthe-Blogs.jpg"></a>

And a lot of people are confused about the format of this competition; probably because I thought most were more familiar with the NCAA basketball tournament. And you know, with the international crowd, I should have explained it better.

Basically this is a paired competition. Two blogs go head-to-head, but because we were a few blogs short of 64, I chose to give some blogs "byes", meaning they automatically advanced to the next round. Then two winner blogs will go head-to-head to the next round (you have 32 blogs at that point, 16 different voting opportunities).
That way, for people voting, they get to chose which blog, blog-by-blog, they like best. If we just listed all fifty-something blogs and gave everybody one vote, most would just vote for their "friends", or the best overall blog (according to subjective voters) may not be chosen.

Heck, who am I kidding? I just want people's blogs to be exposed. Were it me, I would be more interested in the following week (half as many blogs still competing). At sixteen, perhaps, I would be more interested, and then I would be more apt to visit each blog. Right now, to be honest, I would read descriptions and just visit the ones who sounded cool (or I liked the sample of their writing). But that's me. Perhaps other people are different.

The point is that there are lots of bloggers out there, and I would like them to get more readers. Personally, I want to pick up a few more blogs to replace several bloggers who stopped blogging recently.

And I want to lose my pink sweat suit. Darned mother-in-law.

11 comments:

~Deb said...

Sweat pants are the most comfy thing to wear at night and on the weekends. I totally agree with you. Don't feel bad about your MIL getting you them though, feel bad for me when my best friend walks through the door giving me her ab roller and a bottle of wine that's called, "Fat Bastard".

Seriously now.

Stacy The Peanut Queen said...

My mother-in-law buys me a sweater almost every year for Christmas...and it's usually ALWAYS a size too small. I too think she's trying to tell me something, dammit. ;)

Kat said...

You mean everyone doesn't understand NCAA bracketing? Jeesh...
Atleast your MIL gives YOU something, 25 years of marriage and Christmas presents from her are still straight off my husbands list.

Leesa said...

~deb: point well-taken.

stacy: my MIL did that once, then paused and said, "that's right, you are rather big-boned." Am not, crack-whore.

kat: I know; I know.

Walker said...

My mother bought me a pair of fire engine red sweat pants thinking they would look good.
For a pimp maybe but not me.

I hate when anyone buys me clothes or anything made of material that involves color or patterns.
My mother decided one day that i needed a new couch and went out and found one she really liked.
She liked.......well...a poofy couch with a floral pattern is not something I want in my place and canceled it.
I just told her I should be buying my own couches and she should save her money for a rainy day.

Have a nice day

Video X said...

I would gladly take your pink sweat suit off your hands so that you don't have this huge dilemma going on in your head.

I love workout clothes! And I work out in the work out clothes...and other crappier things too...but work out clothes are expensive!

Pittchick said...

I don't think I ever would have figured you as a "pink" person. My MIL once gave me gold jewelery. I don't wear gold and she knew that. I still have never worn it to this day, but I would feel bad if I got rid of it.

Leesa said...

walker: all I can think about bright red pants is "does the color run?"

VX: my MIL has money, but you know, she probably paid twice what I would ahve paid for the outfit.

pittchick: okay, I don't have a lot of pink. And my first thought with MIL was, "doesn't she know I wear almost no pink." I actually rallied against the color years ago, but I have mellowed.

Miss 1999 said...

I love sweats/jogging suits, but I know what you mean about the mother-in-law deal. I'm not exactly keen on my in-laws either. Every now and then, it's ok not to be grateful (granted, those opportunites are few and far between, but in this case, it's ok ;0)

kathi said...

Your answer to Walker made me lose my coffee. You're such a woman, lol.
My mil would always buy me great stuff, but then every single time she'd ruin it saying why she'd bought it. Like "I thought maybe that color wouldn't make you look so pale" or "I thought that skirt wouldn't show how hippy you are" She lives and I'm a saint.

Leesa said...

miss 1999: I think they ought to teach MIL's not to be a pain in the rear in school.

kathi: exactly. A nice gift with a backhanded comment. But after a while, I think it is instinctual for those who do it.