Huh!

I think it's funny how people who don't actually know me think they know everything about me just from reading my blog.

I write about 1% of who I am on this blog if that.

And what's even funnier is that people who actually DO know me, read my blog to find out more. Well, that I don't mind so much because it helps me keep in touch with my pals. Unless it's that one creepy stalker I know IRL who...well... is just a weirdo. Yeah, you know who you are! Shoo!

It's all weird. Very weird.

I try not to assume anything about anybody unless I actually know them.

You know, my husband has what could be considered a girl's name. Ironically, he happens to be a very masculine guy.

He's hot people. Caliente.

Over the years, especially at our preschool. People make assumptions when they see the class roster. It happens a lot. More than I thought It would when I made the first joke about it early in our marriage. In fact, it just happened last week.

We had one of Riley's pals over to play. His mom was looking at the family pictures that hang all over my house and she said, "You know, when I saw your names on the class roster, I assumed you were a lesbian couple."

Imagine her surprise when it turned out to be me and my hot man.

Tee hee.

"Yes." I said, "It happens a lot."

"Not that there is anything wrong with that."

"Nope. Nothing wrong at all with being a lesbian couple."

But it's not me.

But people make assumptions based on what they see and are often surprised by what reality is.

Never assume.

I don't.

And I know this is all coming off as very passive aggressive but often I find myself frustrated by the internet. Like what the heck am I doing here?

I don't put much of myself out there and I find I do less and less as this blog evolves.

Maybe I shouldn't even be doing the little bit that I do.

But my mom likes my blog. And today that's enough for me.