(except FSX who has made the fatal mistake of reminding me of The Grudge which I will now hold permanently against him)
So my intro blog has received an overwhelming amount of happy, smiley welcomes, and in return I offer each of you A BEAR HUG. So bring it in.I don't have too much to say today other than that I can't wait to get to know everybody and that anyone is more than welcome to add me on facebook or send me a message so we can chat :) There is no guarantee that I'll reply quickly because nowadays it's rare that I have two free hands to type with at any given time, but eventually, I will send you something back. Oh, and, the hobby search is on.I'm probably going to start gardening with my aunt (between the cat and the gardening and the hanging out with my aunt, I'd be surprised if anyone believed I wasn't actually a 65 year old woman.). We'll have to see how that goes, though, because she's my aunt on my dad's side and 3/4 of them make me really uncomfortable. We'll see. We'll see. .-.And there is another one I'm considering more in the artsy/creativity/must-make-pretty-things category that I'm going to learn more about and Shaq is going to help teach me. I'm not going to say what it is yet, though, because when I tell people about my new ideas I jinx them and end up NEVER following through. So… have fun trying to figure out what that is or else waiting for me to decide I'm in deep enough to share! (I know I'd be on the edge of my seat.) (Understand that this may not actually ever happen)(I'm really bad at committing myself to new things)Anyway, the point of this post is to let everybody know that it would appear that you're stuck with me…SO DEAL. :)
They're flowers! When I have my own garden though I want to have like a giant walk-through flower garden with a path that leads to vegetables. And that's a pretty unique goal. I like it.
Thanks for the welcome! And I know what you mean– he talks about you guys a lot at home, too. :)Right? This one time he had his "internet friends" from Canada come sleep on our floor, abuse our cat and cook us stir-fry. Then they all got drunk while I gagged on the smell of licorice-flavored liquor.
DId he ever tell you that I was actually already pregnant when that happened and it's PROBABLY a really good thing that I found that stuff disgusting? Ha :PHe didn't tell me that! We would have been contributing to the delinquency of a minor HARDCORE. Buying booze for a couple teenagers is one thing, but buying booze for a fetus? Geez.
Also, if you were already pregnant, I'm not so scared of Acid. I was secretly afraid he thought "them damn Canadians be comin' down, impregnatin' our womens, and wetting all our beds."
I forgot to say hi.
Hi!