In honor of Mother's Day . . . Oh, the Wild, Nekkid Bloganistas . . . It's not often I have a FREE Saturday. There's usually an event to attend, serious things to do with my spouse, Mr. Project Man, or - more often than not - a client to attend to. But, Mr. Project Man is away. There wasn't much in the way of "necessary" community events (I know, I should have been at Pet Fest, what can I say . . . I'm a two toed sloth and my big red dogs hate me for staying home.).  Worst of all, there were no clients with a burning desire to buy real estate from this gal, so here I sat with glorious time on my hands.

So, I spent a good part of the day in front of the computer. Which means I was in front of the picture windows.  AMAZING what you see if you are still for a bit.

Before the newspaper hit the porch two humming birds stopped by to graze on the colorful flowering bushes my mother planted (and whose name only my horticulturally gifted mother can recall). A little later I saw a peregrine falcon swoop low through the moss covered trees. By late afternoon two bunnies had hopped by, a small red fox had poked his nose out from around the bottle brush plants and a bold raccoon had walked right up the driveway as if preparing to mount the steps and knock on the door.  And I live in Florida. In a subdivision. God knows what's actually out there!

So it is with Blogs. What's out there? I am always curious. And finally, I really got to spend some time looking around and WOW . . . How differently people see things, how eloquent are some, what funny takes some have on things, how rooted in place many are (you can tell she's a city girl, from the sticks fer sure, and so on), and then there's the generational thing. Even though I'm sure I'm hip and all - after all I do have a momma's boy who's in a fraternity in college so not much shocks me - but, here I find myself thinking "Can they really be saying that?" Would I say that in a public forum? Hhhmmmm . . .

At any rate, I wanted to find blogs having to do with mothers so I went to "Oh, the Wild Nekkid Bloganistas, My, Big, Fat, Harry, Blogrolls" and there was a lot to choose from. From narcissistic whining about laundry and lack of sleep to crazy family dynamics bordering on psychotic, from Anthropologist for Corporate America to Death by Children, the mommy bloggers were baring it all. But my favorite, by far was the blog Ducks Mahal, this blog - I kid you not - is written by a colorful gentleman "Audubon Ron" who is a Rouen Mallard duck rancher in the Deep South (Mississippi I think). While Audubon Ron has southern roots, he spent much of his life working in corporate America in the California sunshine. Audubon Ron pulled me in with his Mother's Day story and then his "True to the last molecule" endorsement of a story in his blog kept me reading. Worth a stop by if you want a good story fix and some sublime southern creative writing.

Which has me thinking of a title for my creative writing blog. Think I'll call it Story Creep A.S.A.P. (As Southern as Possible). In Honor of Mother's Day . . .