OK, wow. Now I'm a blogger. This is something I never thought I would do. It's like an online diary, that anybody in the world can read. This is my first post ever. A quick background on me is: I am a socially inept dance teacher, who is newly married and lives in New Hampshire. My favorite thing to do is spoil my dog Dallas because I feel like, if she is happy then somehow it will make me happy. Dallas however is happy doing anything. Sleeping on the couch (like she's doing right now) running around chasing balls, and eating of course. We have just enrolled in an agility class which starts on January 11th because I feel that she needs to be fulfilled in her life. Don't get me wrong, I have a wonderful life: I work with children for only a few hours a day and I make more money per week now than I did when I was a full-time paralegal, go figure. I have a great guy for a husband, who spends several hours each day playing video games (like he's doing right now), but yet is terrified at the though of having children. We have this plan to take a "babymoon" this summer for our 1st wedding anniversary, but I think it's just his way of pacifying my desires to start a family and it's working. I'm starting to doubt whether or not it's a good idea to have children.
We live in a cape style home that my husband bought for "us" before we were even engaged. He's been living here now for about 4 years. I moved in last year. It's a nice little home with a fenced in yard for Dallas to run around in without us worrying about her. The fence, ofcourse, is more for keeping other animals and people out, rather than keeping Dallas in. She has no interest in straying from the house or our side. We technically only have one bedroom though, which is on the main level with the kitchen, dining and living rooms. That bedroom is where I am sitting right now, starting my blog. We don't know what to do with it since his brother moved out of it a few months ago after our wedding. At first it was so empty it echoed, but we have since filled it with miscellanous crap from around the house, including our computer desk which we got tired of looking at in the dining room. When it was empty it was easy to imagine it as a nursery, but now it gets harder and harder to see it as such.
My husband just walked in an asked what I was doing. I'm flattered he's actually interested... I told him I was starting my own blog and he kinda got irritated because, I changed the screen so he wouldn't see what I was typing and he took that as being secretive. I told him what I was typing wasn't a secret, but it was private. He didn't understand. I explained to him that I didn't want him reading what I was writing, while I was writing it because these were my private thoughts. He still didn't get it. So he did the only thing he could do, he went to take a shower. I wish this blog would tell me how many words I've typed so I can set a limit. Without limits I run the danger of rambling on and on.
Where was I? Oh yea, our house...technically one bedroom, two full bathrooms, a living room, a dining room, kitchen, mudroom and an unfinished attic. I didn't count our basement because it is not technically considered livable space. There is only one way in or out of the basement, the stairs. None of the windows are big enough to squeeze out of, so if there was ever a fire we'd be screwed. I bought him the biggest fire extinguisher I could find, as a housewarming present because our bedroom is down there; as is a second living room, full bathroom and laundry room. We just refinished the whole basement last spring because it flooded. We replaced all the carpets and the bottom halves of all the walls. Luckily we were able to save all the furniture and appliances down there by cramming it all upstairs onto the main living room; Remember at this time his brother was still living here, so we didn't have this extra bedroom to use. If it happens again this spring, we'll probably move up stairs for good and then all hope for raising a family in this house will be squashed. This bedroom isn't even big enough to fit our bed, nevermind both our wardrobes. There is the remote chance we may finish off the attic, but then where would we store all of our Christmas stuff? Remember, we're already using the basement.
Wow. It feels good to talk to someone. I like this bloggin idea. Maybe I'll do it everyday...well, we'll see. Here's a video of Dallas from this past year she is six years old now.
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