Sometimes, there are things happening in my life that I’m not allowed to talk about on my blog.  My rules regarding what I do and do not talk about online are self-inflicted.  And I use the word “inflicted” for specific purpose; it really is a painful to me to not talk about my whole life on this blog.  Blogging is my way of venting, my way of processing.  If I’m not blogging about something, you can bet that I’m in the corner somewhere crying about it.

So last night I was online, and my friend Dante caught me for a few minutes of chatting.  He asked what’s going on in my life right now & I told him about some of the hoops that I’m jumping through.  It felt good to type about my problems, even if I wasn’t turning them into blog fodder.  I was whining, surely more than my fair share, about my life when Dante attempted to encourage me:

Dante:  I almost just compared your ability to jump through hoops to Shamu, then realized it wasn’t as much of a compliment as I thought it was.

Nevermind the fact that all good Texans know that Shamu doesn’t actually jump through hoops, Dante almost calling me a whale has been funny enough to keep me laughing all day long.