Background information: I have been blogging for over a year now. While most of my friends and family have been subjected to reading this blog, one person has refused. That person is my husband, blog-Stedman.
I got the phone call.
The phone call I had been expecting for some time, but it still caught me off guard.
Hello?
Hi. I have been reading your blog…
*freeze*
*act natural!*
Oh, really?
Yes. I didn’t know you liked to play games with people in elevators.
Ya, I guess that isn’t something someone easily works into conversation. I have been telling you that you might learn something about me if you read the blog.
I don’t want to learn anything! I live your blog.
*change the subject!*
So what are you reading?
I was trying to find pictures of Rhett dressed as a chicken to show some people at work. I figured you would have those on your blog.
*insert Holly’s instructions on how to use lijit search box to right here*
*mention Chicken of the Week*
Thanks. The blog is funny. You write a lot of stuff.
Thanks.
But I can’t read it. It drives me crazy. I can’t take it.
Can’t take WHAT? I have left off your image or anything negative about you! You are often the hero of the story!
It isn’t that. It is your grammar. And the misspellings. And the messed up capitalization. You need an editor.
YOU are my editor, but you have refused to read the blog!
Good point.
I thought I was doing pretty well. I mean I write A LOT OF STUFF! Tell me what is wrong. I will go fix it when I get home. That is the beauty of the blog…it can be changed, updated, edited at a later date. It isn’t like a printed page that can’t be changed! I need your help.
Well, I did write out this list…
And so dear reader, the Nirvana archives are undergoing an overhaul. I am listening to blog-Stedman. I may even give him a peek before I hit publish if he is feeling strong enough to handle all my mistakes…
The Calm One only reads my blog after other family members mention something about it.
I tell him his memory is faulty when he makes the mistake of taking issue with the EXACT details of how a story happened. And then I threaten to make his sit and listen to the “Jubilee” version (the Loooooong Version) of the entire day. That usually does it.
Poor grammar and misspellings? Where?
If it was that bad, I totally wouldn’t read here…I’m an English teacher and it would drive me crazy.
Although with that said, maybe Blog-Stedman would like to come teach my classes for me? I’ve had about my fill of 14-year-olds for the year, thanks.
My husband is always learning new things via my blog. I’m not saying he always likes the things he learns…but at least it starts a discussion.
Great post!
It’s so funny to see how many husbands don’t like us blogging. Andy views it as a necessary evil. He reads every post – initially to police it – but now “enjoys” it. He rarely corrects my spelling but will point out typos but I’m anal and want him to.
What aggravates me is his neuroses about having the boy’s pictures, real names, etc. out in the big, bad blogosphere.
I’m pretty grammar-police-y myself and I’ve never been bothered by anything you’ve written. Tell blog-Stedman to back off or he won’t’ be invited to Monday potluck!
Huh? I’ve never seen any mistakes on your blog. Guess I am a dummy.
Glad your man is now reading.
My wife doesn’t read mine. Oh well. My grammar is usually impeccable though. Well, if you allow for the usual Internet laxity.
My husband only reads my blog when I tell him to. I figure his theory is that he gets enough of me just by living with me and having me call him 30 times a day at work. or something.
we all read, we are all one.
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Thanks for this post!
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