Bookworm Wednesday

“Isolate a honeybee from her sisters and she will soon die.”
~The Secret Life of Bees

I feel very buzzy today. I’ve buzzed along from blog to blog paying each of my SITStas a visit. I’ve always considered these visits light, fun, breezy trips around the blogosphere. A laugh here, a chuckle there, a weepy eye or two, advice gathered, giveaways entered…Fun, fun. However, perhaps there’s more to these visits than I thought? Modern living can be isolating especially for the stay at home mom with young children. Most past civilizations were far less isolating, a grandma or auntie just a cave or mud hut away. Are we lady bloggers responding to a deep, instinctual need to congregate in numbers? Is there a need to buzz around the bloggy bee hive in search of a little female company? BZZZZ!

“You have to find a mother inside yourself. We all do. Even if we already have a mother, we still have to find this part of ourselves inside.”
~ The Secret Life of Bees

Great advice. Most women need to learn to mother themselves. So, go out there and be good to yourself, my fellow bees! And, then, go ahead, spread the bloggy love to your sisters….comment here, follow there, and click on an ad or two on your way out!

The Secret is in the Sauce

“What is that woman doing?”

My mother was sticking her nose between the kitchen curtains, hands dripping with soap suds, as she teetered on her tippy toes.

“Want me to go ask her?” I smiled between Jello licks, crooked ponytails bouncing.

I was met with a scornful look and a hiss.

This scene re-played all my life. My mother was/is a neighbor peeker, keeping abreast of the goings on of the neighborhood, forever peeking her head between curtains. Her neighborhood supervision was not limited to curtain peeping, however. She was also a frequent ‘head over the fence peeper’, ‘eyeball behind the laundry line peeper’ and ‘nose between the daffodils peeper’.

I laughed at my mother. I looked down my nose. I scoffed. I belittled. I over analyzed. I speculated. I judged. I pitied. I giggled.

And, now, my mother and I are playing for the same team. I, too, am a peeper. Only, I have it worse. I am a cyber peeper, forever peeking over the rosebushes at my fellow bloggers, peering into their doings, musings and craftings. Wondering, if I am indeed, keeping up with the Jones.

Thanks to the Secret is in the Sauce website, the nosy parker in me has gotten a mind of its own (and it’s only been a week. I am a newbie!). The Secret is in the Sauce features a different blog each day. To be in the Sisterhood (or, SITStahood), you must visit the featured blog of the day and leave comments (footprints showing where you have peeked! Eek!) This website has created a sort of sisterhood, a magical blogging sorority, so to speak, uniting lady bloggers through comment support. I have found 5 interesting blogs through SITS.

http://cherrysjubileehome.blogspot.com/ ( this smarty pants is a dollar store craft diva)
http://skiptomylou.org/ ( I followed this skipping one to SITS)
http://tressinnorway.blogspot.com/ ( adventurous, humorous American living in Norway! )
http://wheresmyangels.blogspot.com/ (inspiring and funny blog about life raising children with Down Syndrome)
http://penniesinmypocket.blogspot.com/ ( If blogs were stores, this one would be Target. She has everything…movie reviews, sales, recipes)

And, if you, too, are wondering “what is that woman doing?” click here…
The Secret is in the Sauce. Hope to catch you peeking between the rosebushes.