I have no idea how I got here. I spent so much time dating and being single and going through boyfriends and now here I am -- in my late 30's, married and with a baby on the way. Sometimes it doesn't feel real, like I'm playing house. Last night my husband and I ordered nursery furniture from Pottery Barn. We made a list of things we still need to get from Amazon and discussed the credit cards with the best points to put it on for travel miles and cash back bonuses. We have 401k's and a savings account and talk about stock investments. You'd think, at almost 40, I would feel like a responsible adult and this would all feel normal right now. It does not. Any moment I wonder when I'm going to wake up. There were times I thought maybe I'll never get married. I wondered if I'd be able to have children -- or get the chance to even try. This baby, so far, seems so healthy and so far I've felt healthy throughout the pregnancy. I'm blessed with go
Okay, you can't actually click "Like" here. But I am wondering about the relevance of blogging vs the now hipper micro blogging like Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest. Does anyone ever actually read this blog anymore?
My roommates don't believe in television. Crazy, I know. They say it's becauses they have important, busy lives and much better things to do than rot their brain. And, get this, apparently there's nothing "good" on. Have they not heard of 30 Rock? My Name is Earl? Snapped? I say it's comforting, it's entertaining, it's a great way to bond with other people who can quote the same silly Micheal line from The Office. But alas, no television. It's not that we don't have a television. We do. It's mine. But there was a vote and cable went goodbye. Network tv would have been fine except without cable we get no reception. We have no antenna so it's just snow except for some reason the TV land channel. I'm so sick of the Munsters. It's one of the many reasons I've thought of moving...except I like the house, and most of the time the roommates. It's comfortable. We get along, but all do our own thing. It would be nic
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