i'll tell you what you want to know...
have you missed me? i figure i left you all with such a detailed list you no doubt had to be imagining me grinding around in my kitchen to lame teen group songs (confession? so just did so to nkotb. prizes to the first person who can tell me what group that is!). alas, i'm back to satisfy you, my beautiful minions.
so you might have heard this rumor that i'm a bit of a wanton woman. i thought i'd take this opportunity to address that.
of course i am.
cripes...what a relief to get that off my sexy back.
i know, you're all wondering how some girl from the nation's puritanical heartland could possibly be so decadent. we're not all corn and cows, my friends. i have my little bouts of unrestrained, delicious madness. moments where i do things people don't talk about over coffee, even with their best friends (ha...especially my best friend! however, if there is such a group, i so gotta find them and do the 'mommy dating dance').
in spite of these bouts of wantonness, trust i'm not calling domino's after dropping the youngest at preschool each afternoon and filming cliched porn in my living room when the delivery guy rings my bell.
now that i've confirmed the rumors of my behavior, it's time to give credit to a contributing factor to it. the one who pushed for what turned out to be '...for a different kind of girl' (though i so wish i'd thought of 'orally fixated, minivan driving woman with big boobs').
see, i make these every day (yeah...'every day' being code for 'more than three but hopefully less than 10') sidetrips to www.nakedfella.blogspot.com. started simply enough, like these things do. i'd be quite appreciative in my own way of the art and words he created there (and in a manner which i'm veiling quite a bit here), but i stayed silent when visiting.
until he called me out. being wanton, of course, i immediately responded. if you've not noticed already, i have a love affair of words, and emails and conversations often included a sampling of the following from him:
"you should really start writing."
"have you joined the blogging world yet?"
"you really need to be writing."
"you better have a blog started by this afternoon."
yeah, i noticed the theme, but i put it off, because, really, what was i going to write about? (couldn't even use that as a good arguement with him because i'd get 'whatever you want to. it's about you. it's your blog.' to quell my case). so i took his request and started. and i have to say, i like writing again, even if it amounts to just a list of my quirky habits and oddball nature (totally forgot to add on that list below that i wear sexy little glasses when i read and write and i use endearments when talking to people. not because i can't recall their name, but because it's a habit, dear). hopefully he thinks i've given him a break from my rambling nature.
if you're inclined to such a thing, (the title of his blog is truth in advertising in the purest sense, so you know what you're getting before making that decision) i highly recommend a visit to his site. if you're not, that's perfectly acceptable to me, and i'd imagine him, too.
still trying to figure out what writing will involve again, but it's been fun. getting your responses has been nice, also, and i enjoy reading all of you. maybe, in a sense, you're all responsible for my self-indulgence. glorious!
and as for what i really do in my free afternoons? well, i'm much too busy with the ups driver for such nonsense with the domino's delivery guy.
kidding...that's how rumors get started, afterall.