Duhnuhnuhnuhnuhnuhnuh…it’s my blogday too! (You must do this in the style of Anthony Michael Hall in Sixteen Candles. MUST.)
That right, party people. Today my blog turns one year old. It was on this date 365 days ago that I stumbled in to the now and got a blog. All I wanted to do was make a cat-related comment over at Beth & Meri’s, and voila. Insta-blog.
I’ve never been good at keeping up a journal. I stopped writing in them altogether when, about 8 or 9 years ago, my brother looked for and found my journal from my freshman and sophomore years in college. Think back to those years, and if yours were ANYTHING like mine? Probably not little brother-appropriate material. I can guarantee you that mine were definitely not. Anyway. He read it, and left it out for my mom to read, but luckily she realized immediately that it was mine and stopped reading. When I found out, my dad managed to get to me right AFTER I pinned my brother to the floor but right BEFORE I punched him. It took a while, but I forgave him, although we did hit a slight bump in the road when I found out three years ago that at some point he had ALSO taken it and read it to his friends in the youth group. Oh. Dear. God. When I found that out, I went back and reread the journal and wanted to jump out a window. Suffice it to say, some of the kids know WAY TOO MUCH about me. Professional role model indeed. I’m a walking “what not to do” handbook.
Anyway, I figured the novelty of the online journal would wear off in time as often happens due to my short attention span. But as you can see, it has not. I am now fully addicted and I can’t stop. I talk about the blog to pretty much everyone. I am now almost incapable of having an experience where I’m not formulating an entry in my head as it happens. I dream about blogs and comments sections – for real – it happened last night. I refer to “my friend (insert name of fellow blogger here)” right before I tell a HI-LARIOUS story about something that happened to someone I’ve never met. I’ve become totally invested in the lives of the people whose blogs I read. There are bloggers I secretly loooooove, there are bloggers I wish were my best friends, there are bloggers I think are complete morons*. I formulate my opinions of strangers according to how well they write. I am pretty sure that none of these are foreign concepts to any of you.
What I'm trying to say is thanks for a great year. Thanks for reading, thanks for commenting, thanks for the advice and the sympathy and all of the other things you’ve offered. Thanks for allowing me into your lives and letting me add my two cents. Thanks for making me feel like I’m a good writer and (sometimes) validating my own opinion of how funny I think I am. I love you guys!! *tear*
Also? You may notice a new listing in the sidebar, called “File under ‘greatest hits’ or ‘biggest legend in my own mind’”, which is a selection of entries I liked the best from the year. Do with it what you will.
*Oh, and in case you’re wondering, none of you, my regular blog friends, fall under the complete moron category. Just to clarify.