I don't know...maybe I finally had enough of playing on Facebook, the instant my baby fell asleep. God forbid that I would go and get some sleep while he is down. Well, it's not like I'm sleep deprived, right? Anyway, there is just to little hours in a day, and too many things that you miss while asleep. It was hard enough to accept I had to sleep through the night and maybe past 6AM when I was seven. That would be right after I stopped claiming the bed that wasn't mine, but from my parents. There I was, sneaking in every single night right in the middle. I still remember the bump I slept on because, why I will never know, they had two Twin sized beds put together, forming a King sized one. Right after I would put my knee in my dad's ribs, I would go searching for my mom's thumb. Then, all was good in the world. For me at least. But now when I think of it, seven years is a long time, what did I do to my parents!?
In their defense, they tried everything to make me stay in my own bed, or that is what they say. Their favorite story is when they bribed me with a new pink bike, "for big girls", and I had to promise to stay put, because that is what big girls do anyway...it lasted two weeks, and they did put up a fight. But if you think that you know a more stubborn person than me, you would be mistaken. Even though I had to lose some territory, I kept sneaking in for another year, every night, accompanied with my pillow and a quilt. We now claimed the carpet right next to the bed.
This will happen a lot with me. Going way off the point of the whole story, with me forgetting what I was going to say in the first place. That is what I am all about. Getting wrapped up too much in the details of everything. I am Monica from friends people. I am obsessed with organizing and controlling. Except, my junk hallway closet is more like a whole basement. So I am actually much worse than her.
So again, why am I doing this? Well,why not! One of my best friends in the world has been blogging forever now, I love to read her, and she tried to get me into blogging so many times. But I wouldn't budge. Why would I? I can't write, In either my language or English, my head is a mess with no end and beginning, I could never even have a diary growing up that went to the second page, plus, I am a visual person and I express myself through my photos. Hey people, I will put a lot of photos on here! But I have to try.
Did you notice by now I can't spell and don't even start me on the grammar!? I just wanted to get that out of the way so I don't have to dwell on it every time I want to write about something, and think, what will everyone think. I can't spell and it is my second language! OK, there. I feel like I need to keep writing because all of a sudden, there is so much I want to say, but this will do for my firs post. I made my first post Internet!! Tah-Tah :-*
In their defense, they tried everything to make me stay in my own bed, or that is what they say. Their favorite story is when they bribed me with a new pink bike, "for big girls", and I had to promise to stay put, because that is what big girls do anyway...it lasted two weeks, and they did put up a fight. But if you think that you know a more stubborn person than me, you would be mistaken. Even though I had to lose some territory, I kept sneaking in for another year, every night, accompanied with my pillow and a quilt. We now claimed the carpet right next to the bed.
This will happen a lot with me. Going way off the point of the whole story, with me forgetting what I was going to say in the first place. That is what I am all about. Getting wrapped up too much in the details of everything. I am Monica from friends people. I am obsessed with organizing and controlling. Except, my junk hallway closet is more like a whole basement. So I am actually much worse than her.
So again, why am I doing this? Well,why not! One of my best friends in the world has been blogging forever now, I love to read her, and she tried to get me into blogging so many times. But I wouldn't budge. Why would I? I can't write, In either my language or English, my head is a mess with no end and beginning, I could never even have a diary growing up that went to the second page, plus, I am a visual person and I express myself through my photos. Hey people, I will put a lot of photos on here! But I have to try.
Did you notice by now I can't spell and don't even start me on the grammar!? I just wanted to get that out of the way so I don't have to dwell on it every time I want to write about something, and think, what will everyone think. I can't spell and it is my second language! OK, there. I feel like I need to keep writing because all of a sudden, there is so much I want to say, but this will do for my firs post. I made my first post Internet!! Tah-Tah :-*
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