A largemouth American

Since we met on the Internet – via random chat on ICQ – my husband has been telling people that he cast his line 1,500 miles out and caught himself a largemouth American. Apparently, I am one of the human variety of the fish equivalent pictured here. (He uses Imperial miles so that Americans understand that part of the joke without having to break out a conversion calculator. It just saves time.)

It’s a joke, and like most funny jokes, it’s pretty close to the truth.

I’m opinionated, but I’ve learned to be open to others’ opinions and thoughts in a way I didn’t understand when I was younger. I know I come across as black and white at times, but I think it’s really important to be open to grey areas – or any other colour that comes along. There are certain topics this is hard for me, so I try to maintain a discussion mode rather than switching to justification of views.

One of the things I like about blogging is that I can blather on about any old subject, people will read it and kindly (or not so kindly) give their own opinions – whether they agree with me or not. I love discussion on just about any subject which is what makes this medium so appealing to me – and many others. Respect for different views is nice, but I can’t force that, so I just take what comes with an open mind unless it’s mean – I don’t like mean. I won’t let “mean” posts get through.

There’s a million topics out there that people are passionately opinionated about: from the somewhat subjective opinions on books, what (not) to wear, lip balm, to more serious issues like breastfeeding vs. formula, gay rights, politics, and grammar! It’s no wonder there’s a gazillion bloggers out there with fingers flying over the keys to get out their next post each day.

Have I mentioned yet what a lucky man my husband is that he married someone who thinks it’s funny to be compared to a fish?

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