Let's have a blog off: Andy versus Jenny JENNY'S VERSION
We're officially old. So old that at 11:30 p.m. on a Saturday night after already watching several episodes of an HBO series we said, "what should we do?" "I'm not tired." "I'm bored." "Let's go to a bar. Oh wait, we can't, we have a baby sleeping." Hmm. Me: "I should write a blog." Andy: "Let's have a blogging competition."
A what?
We'll set the clock at 15 minutes and each write a blog and then see who wrote the better one.
Now I am com.pet.i.tive. (periods for effect). I immediately began sizing up my opponent. Sure he's witty, sure he's smart, but I'm a professional writer. His spelling is atrocious. I can do this. Now what to write about? Should we pick a topic?, we asked. Should we write about the blog-off? When I asked that he made some snarky comment like, "well if you want to go that route." Dude is trying to get in my head.
I also can't help but think he's trying to push me to get writing this blog. He's good like that. Supportive. Wonderful. He knows I'm competitive.
I keep watching him type and then look at the clock. He's a web guy so he's a very fast typer. He also actually types in an ergonomically correct way which is odd to me. My wrists are typically on the keyboard.
Yet as I watch him I think he's cute, he's sweet, he makes me smile. I don't feel my typical surge of needing to win. I don't think it's because I've lost my cut throat attitude, I think it's just because my competitor is my teammate. My ultimate teammate.
So whether we're snuggling the baby, petting the dog. laughing, partying, fighting, eating, watching TV, playing video games, hugging, kissing or competing, it doesn't matter, as long as I'm growing old with Andy, I've won.
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Above the line is my original blog post completed in fifteen minutes. Andy's post is here -- they are quite similar which we both thought was really cute.
We had a great time doing this and we hope one day to get feedback from people once this blog actually gets published and promoted! Please share your thoughts and consider challenging your significant other at something and sharing your results with me!!!
A what?
We'll set the clock at 15 minutes and each write a blog and then see who wrote the better one.
Now I am com.pet.i.tive. (periods for effect). I immediately began sizing up my opponent. Sure he's witty, sure he's smart, but I'm a professional writer. His spelling is atrocious. I can do this. Now what to write about? Should we pick a topic?, we asked. Should we write about the blog-off? When I asked that he made some snarky comment like, "well if you want to go that route." Dude is trying to get in my head.
I also can't help but think he's trying to push me to get writing this blog. He's good like that. Supportive. Wonderful. He knows I'm competitive.
I keep watching him type and then look at the clock. He's a web guy so he's a very fast typer. He also actually types in an ergonomically correct way which is odd to me. My wrists are typically on the keyboard.
Yet as I watch him I think he's cute, he's sweet, he makes me smile. I don't feel my typical surge of needing to win. I don't think it's because I've lost my cut throat attitude, I think it's just because my competitor is my teammate. My ultimate teammate.
So whether we're snuggling the baby, petting the dog. laughing, partying, fighting, eating, watching TV, playing video games, hugging, kissing or competing, it doesn't matter, as long as I'm growing old with Andy, I've won.
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Above the line is my original blog post completed in fifteen minutes. Andy's post is here -- they are quite similar which we both thought was really cute.
We had a great time doing this and we hope one day to get feedback from people once this blog actually gets published and promoted! Please share your thoughts and consider challenging your significant other at something and sharing your results with me!!!
