MIA
No, my secret alias is not Mia.
MIA = missing in action. I have been avoiding posting on here. Why? Because I don't have a ton of stuff to write about. Also, I've discovered that my blog is being followed by a couple of people I'm not related to. Although I'm super excited about it, I'm also a little intimidated!
Sounds silly, I know.
Hear me out. You know how you can be a teenager (I'm not a teenager, we're just being hypothetical) and have big thick coke bottle glasses, zits all over your face, big baggy pants and a baggy sweatshirt hiding the rolls hidden underneath and a perm that went very very wrong and is now only curly on ONE SIDE and your mom still tells you you're beautiful and she'd love to trade faces with you? You know how that feels? You don't have to question it too much, because she's your mom and you know she's probably a little biased. Blogging is a little like that. Until now, only my friends have read my blog. I could get on here and illiterately blunder about, yapping about my kids, their poo, their drawings, their tantrums, their slides down the snow hill and people keep reading. Because they like me outside of the blog universe. They feel compelled to follow my drivel.
Now it has to be good or I'll be kicked out of google readers everywhere! It's a little daunting. I need to jazz this place up. Maybe a little nudity. Not mine.
And seriously (yes yes, I know "seriously" has sort of become my word. Go with it will ya?) - remember when I posted that picture of my backside? You remember, I was complaining about my lack of willpower while at the same time gushing over the deliciousness of the big greasy burger that had just been my second dinner?
THAT WAS NOT MY ASS!
I laughed to myself as I put that on there, imagining my friends rolling their eyes at me, knowing that wasn't really me and that I'd never really shove my body into a shirt that accentuated my butt quite like that if it was me. Nobody said a word. That's right, originally I thought I was being funny, until nobody got the joke. This leads me to believe one frighting truth:
MIA = missing in action. I have been avoiding posting on here. Why? Because I don't have a ton of stuff to write about. Also, I've discovered that my blog is being followed by a couple of people I'm not related to. Although I'm super excited about it, I'm also a little intimidated!
Sounds silly, I know.
Hear me out. You know how you can be a teenager (I'm not a teenager, we're just being hypothetical) and have big thick coke bottle glasses, zits all over your face, big baggy pants and a baggy sweatshirt hiding the rolls hidden underneath and a perm that went very very wrong and is now only curly on ONE SIDE and your mom still tells you you're beautiful and she'd love to trade faces with you? You know how that feels? You don't have to question it too much, because she's your mom and you know she's probably a little biased. Blogging is a little like that. Until now, only my friends have read my blog. I could get on here and illiterately blunder about, yapping about my kids, their poo, their drawings, their tantrums, their slides down the snow hill and people keep reading. Because they like me outside of the blog universe. They feel compelled to follow my drivel.
Now it has to be good or I'll be kicked out of google readers everywhere! It's a little daunting. I need to jazz this place up. Maybe a little nudity. Not mine.
And seriously (yes yes, I know "seriously" has sort of become my word. Go with it will ya?) - remember when I posted that picture of my backside? You remember, I was complaining about my lack of willpower while at the same time gushing over the deliciousness of the big greasy burger that had just been my second dinner?
THAT WAS NOT MY ASS!
I laughed to myself as I put that on there, imagining my friends rolling their eyes at me, knowing that wasn't really me and that I'd never really shove my body into a shirt that accentuated my butt quite like that if it was me. Nobody said a word. That's right, originally I thought I was being funny, until nobody got the joke. This leads me to believe one frighting truth:
In real life I really look like that and all this time I've been deluding
myself into thinking that I'm smaller than I am.
-or-
You all thought it was a pretty lame joke. My bad.
myself into thinking that I'm smaller than I am.
-or-
You all thought it was a pretty lame joke. My bad.
Comments
PS: nice butt! yours, that is.
So keep it coming.
Apparently I missed my chance to comment on your back end. So I won't.
Of course we knew that wasn't your rear end, don't think Mennonite girls have the ability to grow those kinds of assets...bubblicious :)