Writing Humor Clinic with Sherrytex

I went to livejournal, I made my first entry and now I find out that I can't access my blog or let others access it because livejournal and netzero have some sort of issue. Now what? I'll post what I wrote in the blog attempt if you like, here.

When I first saw my future husband across a crowded room at a Notre Dame Freshman mixer, I decided not to introduce myself. He was too serious. Glancing at my outfit, which I thought I projected cool (Actually, it screamed stuck-in-the-early-eighties, saw-and-liked-Xanadu!) he thought to himself, “Look at that girl in the silly hat. Bet she’s pretty superficial.”

We were both right.

In graduate school, my advisor called me into his office to discuss the beginning of my program.

“You’re from Texas.” He said, looking at my papers.

“Yes.”

“Well, I heard all the women down there are beautiful and tall. What happened to you?”

I stood up as tall as my five foot two inches would allow and said, “Well that’s true. Down in Texas I’m pretty average, but up here in Boston, I’m stunning.”

I became his assistant. In retrospect, I'm not sure it was a reward.

Meeting my future father-in-law for the first time, my luggage had made the decision to spend the evening at O’Hare. I had to beg and borrow from girls in my dorm to put together an outfit that did not smell like a three hour bus ride. One friend offered to do my hair and gave me sideburns that matched hers and three inch high curled bangs. I’m still recovering. So is my father-in-law.

Interviewing in New York City for a teaching position, there was a carnival going on that day on the playground. The person scheduled to paint faces had not shown and I had just finished talking with the vice principal. For the next two hours, my fingers were covered in grease paint and cold cream. The principal came by the school grounds to put in an appearance. “Who’s that over there?” he asked the vice principal. I got the job.

When we moved to Montgomery County, it was the dead of winter and the roads were coated with ice and the grey snow that always grips February. Alone in our rented townhome, I spied a woman walking with a child close to my then one year old son’s age. They were just following the sidewalk. Running out onto the snow barefoot, desperate to make a connection with someone in the area, I must have been a frighteningly mad sight as I screamed.

“Hey! Hello! I’d like to meet you!”

We became friends despite that rough intro.


Hi!

My name is Sherry Antonetti and I’m a freelance writer.

While my background is special education and English literature, I currently stay home and help shepherd our
eight children through their various stages of development.

I also write.

Why? It provides my offspring with an edited version of their childhood that is as honest as those multi-hued elegantly pasted scrapbooks. These stories are mythic in that they reveal truth without being completely factual. It is also loads of fun for me, less fattening than chocolate and more effective than most therapy.

Pass the fuchsia curly border sissors please.

Okay. I created a blog on blogspot and sent a massive email out to my family and those who might still call me friends to come see. Now. How do I do tags on blog spot, how do I make them work and how do I get total strangers to find my blog in the ocean of bloggers that are out there and how often do I have to update this thing? More often than I shave my legs? Daily? When?

found it, now have to start tagging everything. Would it make sense to have some tags be the same no matter what each time --motherhood, mom humor, family humor, that kind of thing? Sorry if I'm just the dunce of the class but I have updated my blog --so that's three days straight. Wow. This is fun but work. Promise it's never stream of conciousness. Though I did catch a typo that I had to edit out.

Sending chocolate migraine removing cake your way. Bake the frosting in the cake, it's dense, it's disgustingly delicious and then frost the damn thing anyway so you get the full flavor from that sucker....making German Chocolate cake this way --highly recommend, it could cure an IRS audit headache.

Have now labeled everything with Sherry Antonetti and then googled my name and pop, there I am....this is exciting in a nerdy nebish kind of way.

I don't know about other blogs but blogspot keeps a tab for you of how many times a blog has been viewed --so far 59! under view in the Dashboard section.