New Home
/Phew...You found me. I was starting to panic, thinking maybe I lost you. I am neurotic like that.
So, how do you like the new digs? Pretty snazzy, if I say so myself. Of course, I had nothing to do with it. Didn't even pick the picture of me you see up in the corner. (And yes, that is me.) I merely handed over the hubby's mastercard. I'm handy like that.
I'd like to thank Se7en from Blogs Gone Wild! for recreating my kick ass template for me. And tweaking it. And putting up with my whiney emails. And my drunken emails. And the emails in which I swore at him. Or hit on him. Ack. Hanging my head in shame.
But seriously, there is something sexy about a man who knows what he's doing. This man rocks. He's acquired astalker admirer when he clicked on my email. Haha!
I'd also like to thank Tulip for holding my cyber hand and putting up with my whiney emails. And my drunken emails. And the emails in which I swore at her. Or hit on her. Ack. Hanging my head in shame.
So, why the big switch, you wonder?
Simple. I live out in the sticks. I don't have access to high speed dial-up yet. (I hear it is coming...yippee!) On a good day, it would take me almost 15 minutes of fighting with Blogger to get into my account. On a bad day (yesterday) when I'm hung over and the connection is slow, it takes me up to thirty minutes.
My life is too damn short for that shit!
If I am going to sit at the computer towhile away the hours creatively blog, I want to do it efficiently. Hence, the big move.
And now that I will have more time on my hands, I will be able to spend more of itblogging with my children. Instead of having my children sit on the floor by my feet, begging for scraps of attention.
It will also give my son less time to notice the roll of flab that hangs over the waist of my pants, as he sits on the floor by my feet, looking up. Which he did yesterday, while I was VERY hung over.
Suddenly, I felt a poke in my belly. I jumped a bit and looked at him and asked him what the hell he was doing.
He looked at me and cheekily replied I was getting fat and I needed to exercise more.
I told him I exercise lots and that this particular roll of flab was excess skin from having squeezed out three nine pound-plus babies.
He looked me straight in the eye and said "Blogging is not exercise. You have to get off your butt."
So I did. By chasing him outside and giving him a facewash with the dirty snow.
He's lucky I feed him.
***Don't forget to adjust your bloglines, google readers, bookmarks, etc...I know, I know. A total pain in your ass. But I'm worth it. Right?***
So, how do you like the new digs? Pretty snazzy, if I say so myself. Of course, I had nothing to do with it. Didn't even pick the picture of me you see up in the corner. (And yes, that is me.) I merely handed over the hubby's mastercard. I'm handy like that.
I'd like to thank Se7en from Blogs Gone Wild! for recreating my kick ass template for me. And tweaking it. And putting up with my whiney emails. And my drunken emails. And the emails in which I swore at him. Or hit on him. Ack. Hanging my head in shame.
But seriously, there is something sexy about a man who knows what he's doing. This man rocks. He's acquired a
I'd also like to thank Tulip for holding my cyber hand and putting up with my whiney emails. And my drunken emails. And the emails in which I swore at her. Or hit on her. Ack. Hanging my head in shame.
So, why the big switch, you wonder?
Simple. I live out in the sticks. I don't have access to high speed dial-up yet. (I hear it is coming...yippee!) On a good day, it would take me almost 15 minutes of fighting with Blogger to get into my account. On a bad day (yesterday) when I'm hung over and the connection is slow, it takes me up to thirty minutes.
My life is too damn short for that shit!
If I am going to sit at the computer to
And now that I will have more time on my hands, I will be able to spend more of it
It will also give my son less time to notice the roll of flab that hangs over the waist of my pants, as he sits on the floor by my feet, looking up. Which he did yesterday, while I was VERY hung over.
Suddenly, I felt a poke in my belly. I jumped a bit and looked at him and asked him what the hell he was doing.
He looked at me and cheekily replied I was getting fat and I needed to exercise more.
I told him I exercise lots and that this particular roll of flab was excess skin from having squeezed out three nine pound-plus babies.
He looked me straight in the eye and said "Blogging is not exercise. You have to get off your butt."
So I did. By chasing him outside and giving him a facewash with the dirty snow.
He's lucky I feed him.
***Don't forget to adjust your bloglines, google readers, bookmarks, etc...I know, I know. A total pain in your ass. But I'm worth it. Right?***