The "My blog is not a pornsite" Dilemma. Sayonora Hello Hollie

My girlfriend was at Work. I was at home, writing my first, new first, blog entry and decided to give her a nod, a wink, a reference, a shout out--what you call it, and I didn't know her address. I knew her blog was titiled Hello Hollie (And it was as new as my blog was new.) Would you believe there are at least 10 other blogs/sites named Hello Hollie and one of them is a porn site. Hence, the whole, My blog is not a porn site statement, out of the red lips of my woman, straight to my blog.

And so, at about 10:39 this evening, I am troubleshooting with her, to find a better name. One might think this would be easy--I mean, I'm a writer, and my trade is word smithing (took me an hour to settle on my own blog's name) and yet, I am not settled, nor do I have any idea what my woman should call her blog. She's screwed--at present, and has not decided to change it. I threw out some ideas, which she threw back, hard at me, and there was little smiling from her. Well, there was an occasional smile. Even a broke clock tells the time correctly twice a day--she however has not settled, nor is it settled within her, nor on her blog. Still trying to get her to tell me the full address for the blog that will be called formerly, "Hello Hollie." or the Makeup Artist formerly known as Prince, or Hello Holly, or a weird symbol with a smokey eye, and big boobs. Something of that nature will in fact emerge, though I doubt it will be hot mama, or "whatey" one of my two suggestion.

At present, Deano, our dog is sleeping on a pillow, and I am writing to show that writing a blog can be done. Right now, i am juxtaposed with a book called "Organizing the Creative Mind" and cleaning off my massively cool desk, which will become my hub station.



The juxtaposition here, is how does one be a supportive boyfriend, and also help. The answer is probably not to help too much. Most of what I have suggested, she has vetoed, which of course if her function as Girlfriend in chief, and I am still on the hunt for Blog October, the elusive Blog name for her sight.

In othernews, she made 15 bucks tonight, an all time low for her business, and i could see the pain in her eyes, when she admitted she smoked two cigarettes, after two days of being clean.

Juxtapostion two. Hollie and Cigarettes. She's trying to quit. Trying is really the wrong word, because she really is kicking ass in this regard. She is trying her ass off. However, as our life coach told us, before she got sick, (not sick of us.) that we will all fall off the wagon. So, I am supportive, yet firm, in this regard--She will conquer this. Just as I will conquer time management.

Paper. That's another of my heals--My Achilles. I have a s###load of paper, to get rid of. I'm throwing receipts, which apparently was my Dad's thing, to keep reciepts even to the point that he shoved them in his pockets, which is exactly what I do, and and have inherited from my father, along with nigh terrors from my mother.

The juxtaposition here, if that I hate night terrors, and would gladly end them. Hollie would also gladly end them. Let's hope she doesn't end me. It is nearly 11 and thus far, I have written a second entry. Side by side. Object by Object. idea by Idea. Woman by man. Father by son. Cigarettes by Time mangagement.

Look at your own juxtaposed elements and decide between them.


More Soon.

James