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…
Don’t let that Editor be too heavy handed. We love you just the way you are.
Plus, blog writing is very different from novel writing, by GOD! Tell him the woman in fishnets will be by to drop off her BOY to add to his boys. :0
My husband has always loved reading my blog…I don’t think I could get him to stop. But I get to work from home while he has to go off to see “the man” so the blogs are sometimes the only bit of normalcy he gets during the day 🙂
I can’t rant about him then…but I have plenty of other people I know are reading that also make rants dangerous so I just find less obvious ways to vent.
Doesn’t he have X -rays and that type of crap to read. HE ahs enough other stuff to read and comment on.. Tee hee. love ya blog-stedman..
Seriously good greif Dont send him to my blog..
BTW when you finish with the Pukefest 08 Button I need ONE!!! hopefully only ONE!!!
The only person I know in real life that knows about my blog is my husband.
And that is only cause I needed his help to set up the self hosted thingy.
He thought I wrote about housework and cooking.
*snort*
Now he knows different and is too scared to correct my grammar. Or sleep with both eyes closed…
NOTHING good can come from family members reading your blog. Trust me, I know.
Why is it that our husband show little interest in our blogs? This was so funny, Holly! I think you do a great job, btw and can’t imagine anyone finding too many errors (I’ve never noticed errors in your posts – not that I would be the one to find errors – I can’t spell …). My husband has only ever read anything on my blog when he is lying in bed and reads something over my shoulder when I’m typing on my laptop next to him. He does love opening and teasing me about my “huge” BlogHer checks, though – HA!
Have a good weekend – Kellan
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You’re letting him have full access? You’re brave, H. Pup is not allowed to touch content.
Scary scary scary. You’re in my prayers!
Ha! My husband almost never reads my blog either. In the beginning I made him read every single post before I hit publish. He got tired of that pretty fast.
The worst was one time his mother called him to ask him if we were okay after I wrote about a silly five minute argument we had. That was an uncomfortable moment…I had to assure her we have much bigger arguments that I don’t write about…which didn’t calm her down either. 🙂