Happy Blogoversary* To Me

The post that started it all: June 22, 2004.


It has been a year now that I have had this blog. Incredible really.

It struck me that people who know me in real life would probably surprised at some of the things that I highlighted about my life and some of the things I have left out. Everything that I have written in true, but it could never be the whole truth.

It has been a fun year. To recap the highlights... I was pregnant, drove with all my children to Disney World, did lots of grocery shopping, did lots of laundry, survived the plague that I thought was signaling the end of the world, gave birth, had some post partum depression, bitched and moaned about all the people in the world that I came in to contact with, and painted, a lot.

I was going to write something about all the people whose blogs I regularly visit and have had the privilege of getting to know this past year, but by god that is a daunting task and I really should clean up this house because my husband is returning home from L.A. early in the morning and I don't want him to have a coronary as soon as he walks in the door. As it is I am eating a bowl of faux ice cream** out of a Winnie the Pooh plastic bowl, because all the rest of them are in the dishwasher washing right now.

He loved California the first day he was there. He said the weather is incredible. But I guess everyone else thinks that too, because there are too many people. I'd hate it. Unless we somehow became millionaires and could buy a normal sized house with a yard. The people he met there had an almost perverse pleasure in telling him how much their tiny houses cost. Who in their right mine spends $600,000 on a two bedroom, one bathroom house with no yard? Must be something in that California air that makes people crazy too. Unlike us sane New Englanders who live in huge drafty old houses and take a perverse pleasure in telling people how much we spent to heating them last year, that would be almost $5,000.

You know that you have a good marriage when after almost 11 years of marriage you miss your spouse when they are away and can't wait for them to return.

Hurry home, honey, the remote control is missing. And yes, I have looked for it, sort of.

Also, there is something is stuck in the disposal and I have an unnatural fear of sticking my hand down the drain, even when the disposal is turned off. I fear that it will turn itself on like a scene from a Stephen King novel.

And I have had my fill of those home improvement shows that you detest.

But back to my blogoversary.

All of you people over there on my sidebar are the ones who have made this fun. You have made me laugh, made me think, and at times made me cry. I'll probably never meet most of you, but if you were ever in the neighborhood I'd have you over for coffee or a beer. Or both! Coffee flavored beer!

And here today at the big yellow house, proving the more that things change the more they stay the same, we are setting up the pool. And no, I don't think it is filled yet.


* I don't know if this is an actual word.
** IBS and lactose intolerance are the pits