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I've mentioned to some of y'all that BooMama is the result of David begging and pleading with me to start writing again or find a hobby so that, basically, he could have more time to play Xbox. Oh, he pretended like he had my "best interests at heart" and all that. But make no mistake. There were aliens to capture and rogue armies to conquer, and I was in the way.

However, I don't think I would've chosen to do the exceedingly average writing that is really the heart and soul of BooMama if I weren't such an avid reader of blogs myself. The internet is an intricate little web (yes, I got the pun), and I've discovered lots of little bloggy treasures along the way. Major mixing of metaphors there, but you'll forgive, of course, because you love.

So how did I discover the blogs, you ask? Why, I'd be delighted to explain.

You see, I had a baby. And one of the things the books do not tell you is that the first few months of motherhood are like swimming through Jello. There are happy moments, of course - and I had more than my fair share. But it was hard, and I just stumbled through as best I could. If I managed to shower AND put on regular clothes, it was a banner day. You might think that just reeks of pathetic, but somehow doing those two things made me feel like a real-live person.

It seemed like whenever I would start to feel pretty confident about handling the whole baby routine, hormones would rear their hateful heads and I would turn into a blubbering idiot because something would happen like the candy, why is there candy on the countertop, the countertop is cluttered enough as it is and I don't want acrylic containers of candy on my countertop and oh my Lord please help me because I can't handle ALL THE CANDY.

The biggest problem for me was that when I had a chance to sleep for more than 20 minutes, I ran into a huge wall of insomnia. The words "teetering on the brink of exhaustion" come to mind. All I knew to do was to trust that there were easier days and nights ahead. Which brings us back to blogs (you can sing that line like Julie Andrews, if you like. Go ahead).

One fine May evening in 2003, I tossed and turned until I finally gave up the notion of sleeping ever again in my whole life ever and picked up a book called In Her Shoes by Jennifer Weiner. I read it cover-to-cover in one sitting. Couldn't put it down. At the end of the book I was wide awake, still, and on the back cover I noticed an address for her website, which led me to her blog.

As it turned out, she had just had a baby, too, and as I sat up that night - tired, weepy, feeling vaguely angry though I couldn't explain why - I was comforted by knowing that there was somebody who was dealing with the same stuff. I'm not saying that Jennifer Weiner changed my life. Not at all. I'm just saying that on that night, at that time, her writing helped a little. Even now, when I see a copy of In Her Shoes or an ad for the movie, it reminds me of when Alex was a baby, and I was exhausted, and Jennifer Weiner made me laugh.

Now, three years later, there are six or seven blogs that I read daily, from mamas who chronicle every aspect of their lives to pastors who are starting new churches to lawyers who dissect, among other things, the latest episode of Project Runway. Like Charlene on Designing Women, "I love knowledge; in fact I yearn for it," so I get a kick out of reading other people's opinions and seeing how they put all them words together right purty-like. I don't get why some bloggers use "all that foul language," as Mama would say (in some cases it just comes across like so much sixth grade note-passing - LOOK! a bad word! LOOK!) - BUT, I get that it might be someone else's style, and if I'm really bothered by it, you know what? I can click off of that page in less than one second.

As for BooMama, it is completely off the blog radar except for the tens of you who read it - no "pro bloggers" even know it exists - and I'm not sure if my little Southern life is something to which they could or would relate. I SO enjoy the blogs that I read, but I'm puzzled by the fact that there's not much of a Southern sensibility on the web. Southern women in general and Southern mamas in particular are way under-represented in the blogosphere...I guess it's because we just sit around and shuck corn in our bare feet when we're not birthin' our cousins' babies. Whatever would Ms. Welty say?

I do like to think that if some my favorite blog writers happened to stop by BooMama, they would be open-minded enough to see that while our backgrounds and beliefs might be different, the bottom line is that funny is funny is funny, and humor is the fastest way to common ground. If a woman passes gas in her sister's face, it should crack you up whether you're Christian, Jewish, Muslim, Mormon, undecided or indifferent. If it doesn't crack you up, then there are deep-seeded issues that you need to address in your life, with the first one being to LOOSEN UP, ALREADY.

So consider this post a little public service announcement for blogging. Read some different ones. Start one of your own. Enjoy all the great writing that's out there on the www. Or stay here with me and enjoy some exceptionally mediocre offerings!

And if you run across a good blog, send me the link.

I'll quit the barefoot corn shuckin' long enough to read it. I promise.