Bad Blogger

I realized this morning what a terrible blogger I am. I have been reading other people's blogs, and they are deep, meaningful, or at least insightful. I post short little meaningless blubs- and they are irregular at that. I guess I learned a long time ago that anything I didn't want people to know about I shouldn't put in writing. So I can't talk about it- cause Bum only gets defensive when I am honest about how I feel, and I can't write about it because people might find it. Lonely place to be.
I suppose that is what this whole "password protected" thing is about. I don't think that is offered here... I don't ask for people's passwords because I see it as something similar to sitting on the toilet- I don't need to see everything you do- and if you want me to you will ask me into the room.

The last couple days have been good, but sad for me. I can't really explain WHY, but sad. I really want to get some things done and taken care of that have been out of my control, I wish I could do something about it- but I can't. I need to hit the gym- Bum thinks we are both fat- and I can't help but agree at least on my end-- I could use to lose 20lbs before I get pregnant again. I have severe writers block, and can't motivate to do much- not even sew. Oh well, all part of the dance I suppose.