I found this that I wrote and didn't post... from two years ago: which means it's been four? Anyway:
Dude. It's been two years (or more?) since I've blogged. I wanted to look something up, and remembered that I had put it in an old blog--and found it! Which made me miss some of the things I had been writing. Not for others, but for myself. This is basically like journaling for me, only I don't get hand cramps. So, I'm starting to journal again. Now, the rest of this is my private thoughts, so stop reading. ;-) heheh.
People keep asking me if I'm pregnant... but that's basically been my whole life, so whatevs. Notice that wasn't a denial? Well, I guess you'll just have to wonder for the next nine months. Just kidding, I'm not pregnant. Not that I imagine very much will change when I am preggo. *snickering from the audience in my brain* I guess I just have that "glow" about me. Constantly.
On another note: For our entire marriage, anytime Anton asks me a question I don't want to answer, I have been quite skilled in changing the subject or distracting him. Recently, however, I've either lost my touch, or he's become more astute. And so, I have been reverting to: "None of your precious business!" or "Why are you so nosy?!"
Which he finds funny. And stops pursuing his line of questioning. Until he gets so curious he can't handle life.
What do I even have to hide from my husband? This blog, for one:
"What are you doing?"
"Just writing."
"To who?"
"No one."
"Writing a book?"
*snort* "No."
"Then what?"
"Don't you have work to do, why you standing there being so nosy?!"
He has access to this blog, so, clearly I'm being a weirdo. But I also know he won't ever think to access it. Unless I tell him about it. Or someone else does. *narrowing my eyes at you suspiciously* Don't tell him.
Why did I make this a public blog? Why do I even journal by way of blog? Why am I full of lame questions? I'm going to go with the blanket answer of... 42... and move on.
To these pictures, because I don't actually have anything else to move on to. Ha.
People keep asking me if I'm pregnant... but that's basically been my whole life, so whatevs. Notice that wasn't a denial? Well, I guess you'll just have to wonder for the next nine months. Just kidding, I'm not pregnant. Not that I imagine very much will change when I am preggo. *snickering from the audience in my brain* I guess I just have that "glow" about me. Constantly.
On another note: For our entire marriage, anytime Anton asks me a question I don't want to answer, I have been quite skilled in changing the subject or distracting him. Recently, however, I've either lost my touch, or he's become more astute. And so, I have been reverting to: "None of your precious business!" or "Why are you so nosy?!"
Which he finds funny. And stops pursuing his line of questioning. Until he gets so curious he can't handle life.
What do I even have to hide from my husband? This blog, for one:
"What are you doing?"
"Just writing."
"To who?"
"No one."
"Writing a book?"
*snort* "No."
"Then what?"
"Don't you have work to do, why you standing there being so nosy?!"
He has access to this blog, so, clearly I'm being a weirdo. But I also know he won't ever think to access it. Unless I tell him about it. Or someone else does. *narrowing my eyes at you suspiciously* Don't tell him.
Why did I make this a public blog? Why do I even journal by way of blog? Why am I full of lame questions? I'm going to go with the blanket answer of... 42... and move on.
To these pictures, because I don't actually have anything else to move on to. Ha.
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