While I never really was able to keep my posts going on a daily basis, I certainly took quite the hiatus. Perhaps I don't owe my infrequent visitors an apology but more of an explanation on what I would envision this blog to be. And hopefully, I'll be able to keep a regular post going. And in case you do need an apology, this dog snuggling a poopmoji should suffice.
So, here I am, 2 and a half years after my last post, not-so-single and not really ready to mingle, thanks to social awkwardness. I'm still (barely) in my twenties, still married(!), and still confused about life. I live with my husband, my neurotic dog, an asthmatic cat and ten-count-em-ten backyard chickens. And no; no children. After five years of marriage, most people have stopped asking anyway.
Anyway, last November, the day before Thanksgiving(a notable fact), my husband and I packed up our beautiful house in M*** and moved to rural M***. We moved here for the same reason most people do. For an easier way of life. And easy it is. J now FULLY works from home. Only a challenge when the dog spots her mortal enemy, the UPS guy, and barks at full volume, while J tries to mute his phone call. Luckily, I now only work part-time, and am home a lot when she needs to be shushed.
Working part-time almost seems a little unfair to me at times, in a good way. I make sure to keep the house clean and try, really I do, to do the cooking, but that doesn't always happen. I keep my days busy now with the rather large vegetable garden we acquired. On top of that, the flower beds are full of weeds that need pulling, books need reading, yoga needs yogaing, crafts need DIYing, all while trying to work out for the 5Ks that I foolishly sign up for and cleaning the kennels at the shelter I volunteer at.
I grandiosely plan on sharing the enjoyable, and if not enjoyable, interesting, noteworthy, frustrating, maddening, saddening, fattening moments when I'm not at work, part-time.
This blog is my life, part time.
So, here I am, 2 and a half years after my last post, not-so-single and not really ready to mingle, thanks to social awkwardness. I'm still (barely) in my twenties, still married(!), and still confused about life. I live with my husband, my neurotic dog, an asthmatic cat and ten-count-em-ten backyard chickens. And no; no children. After five years of marriage, most people have stopped asking anyway.
Anyway, last November, the day before Thanksgiving(a notable fact), my husband and I packed up our beautiful house in M*** and moved to rural M***. We moved here for the same reason most people do. For an easier way of life. And easy it is. J now FULLY works from home. Only a challenge when the dog spots her mortal enemy, the UPS guy, and barks at full volume, while J tries to mute his phone call. Luckily, I now only work part-time, and am home a lot when she needs to be shushed.
Working part-time almost seems a little unfair to me at times, in a good way. I make sure to keep the house clean and try, really I do, to do the cooking, but that doesn't always happen. I keep my days busy now with the rather large vegetable garden we acquired. On top of that, the flower beds are full of weeds that need pulling, books need reading, yoga needs yogaing, crafts need DIYing, all while trying to work out for the 5Ks that I foolishly sign up for and cleaning the kennels at the shelter I volunteer at.
I grandiosely plan on sharing the enjoyable, and if not enjoyable, interesting, noteworthy, frustrating, maddening, saddening, fattening moments when I'm not at work, part-time.
This blog is my life, part time.
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