If you somehow aren't into day after day posting about how my teaching career is nothing like what they taught Sabrina, Jill, Kelly, and me at the Academy, I can at least point you to where a few of the good reads are:
The Sneeze. I'm sure I've mentioned it before, but a dedicated shout out is deserved by my bandmate Steve. And by "bandmate," I mean, "person I've never met and who probably wouldn't like me or my whiny mouth, but oh crap is he funny, even the skeptical Mike thinks he's funny, especially since he ate the can of silkworm pupas, and that's why he's in the top three for a Blogger's Choice award." I also say "bandmate" because anyone who wants to join his fictional band "The Tree Brains" can (and should, and I did). I even have the t-shirt. (Well, ordered it. And it won't fit when it gets here, but we'll save the fatty-hate for the tearful "Behind the Music" special.) Why "The Tree Brains"? You really need to click here. Then click here. Really.
Then a funny thing happened. Not Sneeze-funny, but "unexpected"-funny. So, not funny at all. I went to check out Steve's competition for best humor blog.
Well, thank goodness I didn't do more than 10 minutes of research before voting for Steve or "Boobs, Injuries, and Dr. Pepper" would've completely paralyzed my decision-making process. (I do want to remind the author that Dr Pepper doesn't take a period after the /Dr/, but she's so wonderful that it would be completely unimaginative of me to suggest that in her world things might not be different.)
I don't know what Crystal's standout "read this blog now and always, amen" post would be, although I thought her honest account of the cliquery at the BlogHer conference (and/or her own worries about being left out) was pretty moving. For the funny-funny, I like what she does to her poor teenager, but this is really a blog where there are so many great posts that I haven't shut down the computer in three days. I cannot risk closing the window where I'm working through her archives and then possibly forgetting to re-open it as soon as I get home. It's that kind of funny.
Finally, a woman who deserves her own post: Bossy. Or, BOSSY. At first I thought "BOSSY" was a spastic fly-on-the-wall of every comment section of every popular mommyblog (such a terrible term - was the great Shirley Jackson's Raising Demons a mommyblog?), with medication to blame for why she talks exclusively in the third person. Then I realized she was super-funny and clever, but she didn't seem to have an RSS feed, so... (You know how a brilliant novel won't be published if you submit it handwritten on a bunch of stapled-together envelopes? That's how I am about blogs without feeds.) Then I checked back and saw the feed, so here I am, regularly entertained and smitten. Her new family tree feature is an idea worth stealing twice.
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