Whatever you call it, it feels real good.

I thought I was so clever a couple days ago.  I was explaining to Chris how fulfilling it was to receive acknowledgments on comments that I'd left on other people's blogs.  I told him how crazy I felt walking past the PC, checking a blogger's comments string to see if they'd noticed mine.  Was it acknowledged?  If it was, was I spanked, stroked or given a benign response?  Regardless, I was telling Chris, that a few bloggers, not all, give me this rush of relief or completeness when I've been acknowledged.  Like, OH that was good, I can release that now. Anxious anticipation - poof - resolved. I said, it's like a blogasm.  Hey!  Maybe I can blog about that feeling!? 

I know it was naive to think I'd coined a new word and definition for something that's been around for several years now.   But c'mon.  Throw me a bone.   I googled blogasm this morning.  Been done - used and defined many ways - most of them involving reading erotic blogs.  (I'm no prude, but not what I'm talkin' about.)

It's embarrassing to know that certain bloggers (and it changes) have the power to caress me so.  Gives me an ahhhh when I'm acknowledged.

I was visiting Mother and Dad while on a break from college one time.  Mom had been attending a new yoga class at their racquet club that she said I just had to try.  That in and of itself is a story because although petite, trim and attractive, Mom is not an exercise person - certainly not an aerobics or yoga person. 

She said, "It's amazing.  The best part's at the end.  After we do all that yoga crap, we lie on our backs with our eyes closed.  The instructor moves quietly around the room and touches every person on the forehead.  It feels. so. good.  I'm not kidding Chrisy.  You just tingle all over."

We got in our goofy pink and white leotards and 80's leg warmers, tried not to snort-laugh through the class - neither one of us are flexible and the earth muffin teacher (no offense - I love earth muffins - I try to be one) was over the top new agey, even for me - a college coed who was pretty much trying everything at that time.

At the end of the class the lights were dimmed and our sounds of nature music was softly playing.  Mom and I were lying beside each other, eyes closed, on our backs - relaxed...  I felt the instructor near us (maybe I smelled her, can't remember).  She obviously touched Mom first, because after she touched my head and I tingled, I slightly opened one eye and glanced at Mom.  She dramatically mouthed, "See?"

That's how my blogasms feel.