My sis was in town for a quick trip so we went over to my moms last night for dinner. We also had some extended family over to see her as well.
Aunt Dawnie, Dad, Jessica and I were having a conversation about blogging. I was wondering what kind of entries were most appealing to read. I told them that no cared about me and Jer’s outdoor adventures no matter how treacherous they were.
Everyone seems to be more interested in things like grocery stores.
I began to tell them about the time Jer and I had to slide down the mountain with the kiddos in tow and how scary and embarrassing it was. I was in the middle of my story when I began to watch Aunt Dawnie and Jessica’s eyes glaze over. I tried to increase the volume of my voice. I moved quickly to the climax hoping to keep their attention…
Eventually I lost them all together and they began to chat amongst themselves.
“See” I said, “why is this not interesting?” almost yelling at them. They still did not look up. I glanced at my dad who was still wide eyed and interested.
“I’m still listening.”
“Thanks Dad. We made it down safely.”
I don’t know why I bother talking sometimes.
My name is Manda and I love creating 
Are you the youngest? I’m the youngest in my family and this happens to me all the time.
I always thought everyone ignored me because I was the youngest… after reading your post now I’m wondering if I’m the boringest too.
I guess I can just relate more to leakitis than mountain climbing. I promise I will still read without my eyes glazing over.
I read you always on my google feed. I love your blog and hope you keep it up.
I would read a story about you having to slide down the side of a mountain. Did you post that? Did I find you too late to have read that story?
Hi Amanda, Ive been reading your sisters site for awhile now, and yours as well…since you started blogging, and I have to say I AM interested in your stories. My family is not into hiking persay, but I still think your stories are fun to read. Keep ‘em coming!
Ummm…I for one have been inspired by your hiking stories. Keep ‘em coming!
Same thing happens to me. It’s something to do with story telling. We lack story telling skillz.
I’m secretly jealous.
I can only speak for myself, but I have the outdoor coordination of a three-legged Llama on crack. So, it’s just difficult to relate to someone who can climb a freaking mountain and not think of it as anything but perilous, hellious and any other negative “-ous” you can think of.
Sadly, EVERYONE can relate to a bitch session about having to grocery shop.
You guys, this was so funny.
a) I had already read the story on her website, and though I didn’t mean to um, drift off while she was retelling it, in my defense, I found it thrilling and entertaining the first go – round.
b) It was my fault Aunt Dawnie stopped listening, I drifted off and took her with me, talking about Diaper Bags.
c) Later when Auntie had left, Mand and I sat out on the back porch and she told me what happened and how she yelled “SEE WHY THIS ISN’T INTERESTING?” I can’t believe I didn’t hear her.
d) This is less about her being boring and me just lacking even the social skills of a mule.
Woosh, I am so glad I am here to defend myself…hee hee….OK OK now listen, Its just that I am so easily distracted!! So yes it is jessica’s fault!!……Its just that, I mean diaper bags are just too exciting.
I still can’t figure out why anyone would risk breaking a nail on a hike. I mean..isn’t that why they started paving the trails?