My little counter thing tells me that this is my 150th post, which begs the question: What the hell have I been writing about?
I mean sure, there are embarrassing stories, such as this one and this one and this one. And the most recent one I haven’t told you about is that though I resisted eating one of the pumpkin cupcakes I made for Chris’ work Thanksgiving, I did, however, suck the leftover frosting out of the icing bag. Because it was delicious.
And then there are the stories where I complain about my children, like this one, and this one, and this one. Actually you could probably just go back and read April through July.
And there are many stories I’ve told about things that have happened in the past, things that meant something and things that are just silly stories.
And, of course, let’s not forget Fridays, which is my most favorite day to post. And I promise it’s not just because it’s easier to not have to have a linear thought process. I can just tell you about that pretty sweater or that project that was supposed to be an awesome bonding experience with Sebastian but ended up being ME DOING EVERYTHING. Three year olds. You’d think they’d be better at crafts. But I like sharing stuff I’ve made or done because I enjoy the process so much.
But I guess what I wanted to say was thank you for reading. I love this space and I love the discipline that writing here encourages me to have. I may not be changing the world, but having this blog has made me feel like I’m more a part of it.
And as a thank you, here’s a picture of me forcing Adele to sit still and take a photo. She’s very happy about it.