I’ve joined the herd. Found this little guy yesterday morning:
This is just one of the things I talk about in this week’s episode: Episode 6.
This week’s podcast episode is a little late (but better late than never, right?). This week I’m talking about something difficult, and I get a bit teary in the episode.
Also, in case you’re curious, this is the house I talk about in the episode:
I considered titling this post What have I done????, but I felt that might come across as lacking in confidence, and apparently that’s a bad thing when you’re starting something new.
I’ve started a podcast. I just released the second episode today. I’m not gonna lie and say it’s the greatest thing out there, but I think it’s a little bit entertaining. It’s available on iTunes and Google Play (so you should be able to pull it up on any podcast app like Podcast Republic) under the title Any Second Now. You can also access it here: Any Second Now. I’d appreciate anyone taking the 20-ish minutes out of their day to go and listen to it and subscribe. I know the first few episodes may be a bit rough around the edges, but it’s only going to get better!
Last Sunday I was in the car with the boy (really gotta think of another way to refer to him), and we were listening to a podcast. The hosts were interviewing an author, and the topic of old time romance novels came up. The hosts asked their guest what was different between romance novels written now and those written then. The guest stated that there really isn’t that much difference. Basically two people who shouldn’t be together get together, and live happily ever after. The host then asked about the sexy stuff. This is where it got interesting. Apparently, old-timey romance novels would use the statement, “making love,” and all they meant was that the guy said romantic things to the girl.
Now, I swear they were talking about novels written in 1905, and the boy thought they said 1605 (I’m thinking one of us has some hearing loss). He was greatly entertained by this tidbit, mentioned it a few times throughout the evening. I swear I probably turned about 18 shades of red each time it came up. This led to him coining the phrase “Doing it 1700’s style.”
Y’know, I know I’m not the most innocent person on the planet, but compared to most people my age, I’m still pretty innocent. I like the fact that I am still able to blush about things. I like that I’m with someone who isn’t pushing me to lose that innocence.
I think 1700’s style is a pretty beautiful thing.