My blog is one year old today.
Pretty soon my blog will be walking. Then before you know it my blog will be going to school...then I'll blink and it'll be going on its first date...getting married...and having little blogs of its own.
They grow up so fast....*sniff*
I want to say that I greatly appreciate each and every one of you that read this thing on a regular basis. I look forward to your comments, even if they just say 'Hi!' or 'That's funny!' or 'You make too many faces!' or 'I think Canadians are maple syrup eatin' hosers!'.
I've discovered that I love writing way more than I thought I did. And I think I'm kind of good at it. :)
Whether it's writing about my garden, cooking, my work, or random things that make me think...I love it. I know that I've lost people along the way when I changed to writing about more than just gardening, but I think I've also gained a few readers that I might not otherwise have attracted. So it all comes out in the wash, as Chuckles likes to say. I think if I had a chance to name my blog all over again it would be "I Blogged Your Mom".
I've met so many cool people online. Most of you I've never met (and probably never will meet) in person, but I still consider you my friends. I'll even bring you up in conversation.
A few examples:
"So my friend Turling got a beer brewing kit for Christmas...'
"So my friend IG eats pork vaginas..."
"So my friend Bub is a twat magnet..."
"So my Canadian friend Joy's son married an American..."
"So my friend Steve works for a bookstore too, and he said..."
"So my friend Prairie Chicken runs a lot and it's making me jealous..."
I think all of you have turned up in conversation at LEAST once.
Is that weird? Some women are crazy cat ladies with 80 cats. I'm a crazy internet lady with 80 readers.
I think that's much better than being a crazy cat lady. I don't have to worry about feeding you, and you never crap in my shoes.
Except for that one incident with Al. Just because you're a famous novelist now, doesn't mean you can act like you were born in a barn.
I noticed that my daffodils are popping through the soil in my front flower bed. Feels like I just said goodbye to my spring flowers, and here they are again. The gardening spark is kindling. I lose it over the summer when the sweltering heat hits, but once the Christmas tree is down it comes back. You'll see plenty of pictures from my yard very soon.
And on a final, positive note, the temporary manager position I've been holding for the last 5 months was made permanent yesterday. This promotion has really made me proud of all the hard work I've put in. Ever had a 5 month long job interview? Grueling. But worth it! *pats self on back*
"Happy Birthday dear Blo-ooooog...Happy Birthday to you!"