Welcome to The Little Blog on the Prairie

Okay, so I've been out trolling the blog-o-sphere (which, by the way, sounds like an amusement park ride), and I've noticed something. 

I have a very proper little blog.

It's kind of the prim and pressed school-marm of blogs

My blog is so clean I'm worried it is going to be Raptured, and leave me sitting here with just a keyboard and mouse and no way to write except, like, on paper. Yeah, I know. How weird would that be?

There are plenty of humorous slice-o-life blogs out there, which are more, er, colorful shall we say, than mine. A bit more au curant and savvy to the modern mind. A bit more shazingy , as it were. I go read one of those blogs and then come back and read mine, and it seems like Life in Bits is wearing bloomers and a pinafore, and getting giddy about the cotillion

(co-til-lion [kuh-til-yuhn, Koh-] – noun – A lively French social dance originating in the 18th century, consisting of a variety of steps and figures and performed by couples.)

See? I even give you helpful definitions, for pity sake! (And that's "sake", as in "benefit," not "sake" as in "rice-based alcoholic beverage." This blog is the designated driver. There is no drinking here. Thought you'd want to  know.) 

Well, I've thought about it and wondered if I should get edgier. You know, put something more controversial on here. For example, photographs. Pictures of some shocking act, like  . . . 

This horrifying husband-beating photo. 

Or maybe something funkier. Something paranormal, like . . . 

 . . . this picture of me being haunted by the ghost of a young nightlight. Er. dancer.

Did that do it? Do I fit in with the more hip blogs now? No?

Well perhaps it's the language, then. I can change that. Would it shock you and make you come running for more if I said something like . . . like for example . . . um . . . Oh! I've got it!  Shazbat! You heard me! I said it! SHAZ-BAT! That's what I'm talkin' about. You want more? I got plenty more where that came from. Like, um,  Shiznit!! Uh huh. And Fart! Yeah! Patootie! And . . . er . . . and . . .  

*sigh*

There's no help for it. I'm a school marm. A sometimes amusing one, but a total marm just the same. It's how I've always been. It's how I'll always be. And so my friends, I'm afraid this blog shall ever remain: Janiel Miller: Life in Little Tiny Wholesome Bits Like Enriched Breakfast Cereal.

Enjoy.