ABOUT
This comes pretty far into this blog's existence so I'd like to say something about it that's not according to me so before anything else, here.
I tend to agree that it's nice and it's personal and it gets to be long-winded when I get carried away. Which is as good as it gets because I'm a lot less for words in reality, not because I don't talk too much, but rather because I'm always quietly elsewhere.
I'm semi-reclusive and my friends know this but they heart me (when they see me) because I'm usually happy, with quirks of funniness, dashed with a couple of pinches of crazies, and my husband will agree with me on this.
My three daughters know I own a blog because they're smart and they're funny because they sneakily take a peek here sometimes and I know but it's cool. The only thing they ask is for me not to go Friendster because that's gonna make them feel cold already. And I totally agree.
I claim to be technophobic, but not as much as I'm OC.
This blog started in 2002 and had gone through 4 title changes, and many, many (sometimes disastrous) template edits. But I do not know that many (from people I know) who have been at it for as long as I have, which makes me kinda impressive and groovy, don't you think?
Most days I feel young, except for when my eldest daughter whines about working her thesis. Other days I feel like an aging beauty queen, but only because my driver's license pegs my birth a year earlier.
I'm a born-again Christian, learning everyday, as an amateur human being. I am thankful to God for this life of peace, joy and quiet contentment. You see, I am not complaining.
At home we have our Puffy and Hamish, these dogs who are spoiled and beloved, who eat our chicken and incessantly wag their tails when they hear us coming.
My daughters, they can just wait. One day, I'll get even and be sneaky with their blogs.
My husband, he's my best friend and my playmate. Most of all he loves me.
Life is sweet.
January 17, 2007
I tend to agree that it's nice and it's personal and it gets to be long-winded when I get carried away. Which is as good as it gets because I'm a lot less for words in reality, not because I don't talk too much, but rather because I'm always quietly elsewhere.
I'm semi-reclusive and my friends know this but they heart me (when they see me) because I'm usually happy, with quirks of funniness, dashed with a couple of pinches of crazies, and my husband will agree with me on this.
My three daughters know I own a blog because they're smart and they're funny because they sneakily take a peek here sometimes and I know but it's cool. The only thing they ask is for me not to go Friendster because that's gonna make them feel cold already. And I totally agree.
I claim to be technophobic, but not as much as I'm OC.
This blog started in 2002 and had gone through 4 title changes, and many, many (sometimes disastrous) template edits. But I do not know that many (from people I know) who have been at it for as long as I have, which makes me kinda impressive and groovy, don't you think?
Most days I feel young, except for when my eldest daughter whines about working her thesis. Other days I feel like an aging beauty queen, but only because my driver's license pegs my birth a year earlier.
I'm a born-again Christian, learning everyday, as an amateur human being. I am thankful to God for this life of peace, joy and quiet contentment. You see, I am not complaining.
At home we have our Puffy and Hamish, these dogs who are spoiled and beloved, who eat our chicken and incessantly wag their tails when they hear us coming.
My daughters, they can just wait. One day, I'll get even and be sneaky with their blogs.
My husband, he's my best friend and my playmate. Most of all he loves me.
Life is sweet.
January 17, 2007
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