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My kryptonite

December 13, 2007

I know that I haven’t put a dang thing up on the blog for a long time now. It’s actually because of my Kryptonite.

For those of you who are unfamiliar with Kryptonite, it is an element from the planet Krypton (creative, isn’t it?). From Wikipedia:

Kryptonite’ is a fictional substance from the Superman radio show series (and subsequent related media, most notably the comic books). The word kryptonite is used in speech to describe someone’s or something’s weakness. The material, usually shown as having been created from the remains of Superman’s native planet of Krypton, generally has detrimental effects on Superman. The name “kryptonite” covers a variety of forms of the substance, but usually refers to the most common “green” form.

Now, I know what you are all thinking:

“Egads! Correlating ‘Ryan’ with ‘weakness’ is a blasphemy of the highest order”

Unfortunately, my devoted readers, I am slightly imperfect. You see, I love to write. I especially enjoy writing on a blog where I can track readership and occasionally interact with people via the commenting section. It’s great.

My kryptonite, however, is the obligation to write. I have learned this through having several blogs — one of which had a readership of up to several hundred people a day. When I am excited about a blog, I spend lots of time thinking of things to write about and am always eager to start a new post. Things go great for a couple months. Then everything falls apart:

It starts when I don’t feel like writing anything for a couple days. Usually I bounce back from this feeling and resume posting. Sometimes, though, I start to feel a little pressure to post. For some reason this makes me not want to post anything. A few more days and a little more pressure and I start to really resist posting anything. Then a month and a half goes by and I realize that Sariah is growing up really fast and that I am not documenting it like she deserves.

So finally I sit down and start posting again (like now). It’s an excellent cure for what I like to call post traumatic blog disorder.

So anyway, to those of you who have faithfully stopped by the site and subtly encouraged me to get back into writing — well, there’s your quick glimpse into one of my many neuroses.

Some of my other strange quirks are:

  1. I have the occasional “fashion crisis” where I go through 15 different shirts and pants until I feel comfortable in my clothes for the day
  2. I refuse to engage in any other meaningful activities once I have poured milk onto my cereal. The soggy cereal time window is a brief one, indeed.
  3. If I can avoid it, I rarely untie my shoes. I’ll rub my heel off trying to slide into them before I’ll actually sit down, untie and retie them. Cristina got me a shoe horn so I’d stop ruining the backs of my shoes but I always lose it.
  4. The moment that we have room in the family budget, I am allocating funds for a new pair of socks everyday. Nothing is more full of “win” than a new pair of socks
  5. I hate, hate, hate being tucked into bed. My legs must be free to do as they please while I sleep.
  6. On that note, I sleepwalk and have regularly woken up in random places in the house. One time Cristina woke up to find me standing on the bed looking for studs in the ceiling above our bed — to hang a bike rack.
  7. When I have to drive, walk, or run somewhere by myself, I day dream that I am in an action sequence. I duck behind cars to avoid being hit by snipers, press random buttons in my Nissan Altima to take out nearby enemy fighter jets and have run long distances to deliver top secret messages.
  8. I refuse to honk at other drivers.
  9. When I am caught in an awkward situation with strangers, I will fake a yawn because I sometimes catch myself with my mouth slightly open and I’d rather look tired than look like a stunned catfish
  10. I like to dance around at my house when no one but my wife and kid are around. I probably do this too much to be considered normal.

So there you go. One Kryptonite and ten things that are ridiculous — but true.

I’ll get back to Sariah now….

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10 comments

  1. YAY!!! It’s so good to have you back! Now my life is complete again. #4 – If Brent were rich he would do the same thing. He thinks nothing is better than new socks. That’s like all he asks for for Christmas every year. And #6 – SO FUNNY! Almost toooo funny – is that really true? If so, my suspicions are confirmed that Ryan you are seriously the coolest and funniest person ever.


  2. Yes…#6 is totally true. It completely freaked me out and he didn’t remember a word of our conversation in the morning. He also woke up on the couch the first night we had our new mattress. And no, I did not send him out to the couch. And #1 is more like everyday, sometimes twice a day.


  3. Tami,

    Like Brent, Christmas is incomplete for me if I have not received a package of new socks. And yes, all 10 of those items are, unfortunately, true.

    Cristina,

    Maybe if you would spend more time buying me cool clothes, it wouldn’t be an issue.

    **Ohhh!! — in your face!**


  4. And why am I talking to my wife through a blog?


  5. you are talking to me through the blog b/c you send more time on the computer than with your family. 🙂

    I will try and get cool clothes for you for Christmas, so they to can be cycled through during a fashion crisis.


  6. um where are the pics of the baby???? jk but that was a funnu post and why the heck dont you ever blog cristina?


  7. funny. not funnu. sorry.


  8. Hey! Welcome back. I thought only girls changed their clothes that many times.


  9. Those are funny Ryan! I love learning new things about people I’ve known FOREVER!


  10. *laughs* This makes blog post #2 of yours that I’ve read. I love them.



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