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Day Ten: I Never Thought Blogging Would...

When I started this blog I did it because I wanted to remember the fun things that were happening in my life. I started this blog to share experiences, document milestones, and definitely so that I could complain. It really blows my mind when I think about what this little blog of mine has created and helped me to find.

Now, on a regular basis, I speak to women that live in Ohio, California, Texas, Chicago, Florida, and Colorado. I have blog friends that I talk to every single day, from literally, all across the country. That is not something that I feel most people can say about their lives. And it is certainly not something that I take for granted.

These are women that I admire, that I trust, and that I often times will go to instead of my "real life" friends. I never would have imagined that blogging could help me to create such real and fantastic relationships/friendships. Even when I quit blogging for awhile, I know I can still count on these ladies when I come back, or for a little social media support.

The blogging community is something that I am proud to be a part of. Once you are in, you are in, and these ladies are gonna be hard to get out of your life. Some of these women I have had the pleasure of meeting in person, some I exchange snail-mail and gifts with, and others advise me strictly through twitter or instagram.

I believe that I am not just another internet handle to these girls and that our friendships are important. I hope that every blogger has the opportunity to feel the love that I have experienced. I hope that one day you have the opportunity to meet a girl through blog comments, try fake eyelashes together, and then have her as your wedding photographer.

I never thought blogging would bring so many awesome bitches into my world!

Kayla: My Kind of Yellow
Michelle: Mish Lovin' Life
Helene: Helene In Between
Whitney: I Wore Yoga Pants

it all ("officially") started in 2005

today is a very important day. for like a lot of reasons
okayyyyy it might only be for two reasons!

1. it is my anniversary. Aaron and I have been "officially" together for 7 years. I hate the officially situation because in reality it has been like 10 years... which is completely strange. I sometimes feel too young to have been with somebody this long...

2. Michelle is here! well you know, here in the way that she is guesting posting in my lovely neck of the woods... don't get all judgmental on me now people.

and because it is my anniversary,
and because Michelle is cooler than me,
I'm cutting this shaz short and getting right to her fantastic post!
your welcome! you can pay me back later.

Hello friends of Amanda!



I'm Michelle, nice to meet you.



So, I recently announced over on my blog that my boyfriend of 14 months just moved in with me.

It's kind of a big deal because I've never lived with a guy before and he's never lived with a girl.



And, I mean, yeah, we were basically living together.

In fact, I can't really remember the last time we spent the night apart.



But still.



Moving in together is a big deal. Right? Right.



A lot of people have been giving their advice and telling me to be "patient" because men are slobs and they fart a lot, yadda yadda. But uh...if they only knew who the real slob was.



Yeah, me.



And speaking of farts {because that's what we were doing, right?},

it reminded me of that time where I accidentally, sort of, just a little bit, farted for the first time ever in front of him.



So, I wanted to share that story with you all.

Please enjoy my misery:



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After 8 Months of Dating, It Finally Happened.

3.21.12

Yesterday morning, my alarm went off at 7:15am, like it usually does.

I grunted, hit snooze, then cuddled up to V-Dizz, like I usually do.

After finally managing to drag myself out of bed,

I went into his bathroom {door cracked open because we're cool like that} to relieve the ol' bladder.

Like. I. Always. Do.

Except this particular morning, my nose was a little runny.

So naturally, with nothing else to do mid-stream, I grab some TP and blow my nose.

No big deal, right?

Wrong.

I sort of maybe blew too hard because it's quite possible I somehow kind of farted.

I thought maybe I got away with it until I heard from the bedroom,

"DID YOU JUST FART?!"

I quickly denied it.

People, I have mastered the art of never farting in front of this man!

Because, I'm classy. 

And I don't do that...at least to his knowledge.

How could I be so careless?!

His laughter got louder with each second that passed (no pun intended).

I quickly got ready for work, kissed him goodbye, and thought it was the end of that moment

and we'd never have to talk about it again.

Until this sweet chat popped up at work:

So that's it. It's happened.

8 months of being the perfect girl that never passes gas,

and in a quick moment of blowing my nose,

it was all taken away from me.

And let us never speak of this moment again.

...

xoxo