Soon I will be enjoying my sixth month anniversary of blogging which has led to some deep reflection on my part. Questions arise, such as, will there be a party? Will cake be served? And there are others, just as important, I’m sure, such as, what have I accomplished in the past six months which begs the further question, what have I not accomplished? The answers to that one came a’flying—here’s the list.
Since I Started Blogging I Have Not . . .
--cleaned my house, you know, really well, from top to bottom (granted, could be a coincidence)
---cleaned the fridge (for which the colonies of micro-organisms thank me)
--eaten much wheat (isn’t that supposed to be the staff of life?)
--been able to fight off germs very well (could be partially due to the above)
--been plagiarized (I can live with that one. Sort of.)
--lost ten pounds (the goal started out as five but well, you know—and it’s all in my seat so, thanks blogosphere!)
---finished my second book (or the third, woe is me)
--become a famous blogger (I was really counting on that one)
--become rich (implied in the one above)
--given the mess in the garage a moment’s thought (I find I enjoy walking on the dirty laundry)
--read Breaking Dawn (I know! Sacrilegious!)
--vacationed (my fickle fans might desert me should I miss more than a day of posting—not to imply that you are all fickle, by any means)
---put away my eight (count ‘em—eight!) Halloween décor totes (though I did put up the décor which makes the black and orange totes stacked around the living room sorta blend in).
--washed the sheets (this one was suggested by The Spouse—I will have to do a sniff test to verify the accuracy of this one)
--cooked a meal (also pointed out by The Spouse except I know he is dead wrong as I have flashbacks of holding myself whilst rhythmically rocking in a dark closet, and on more than one occasion, as proof that I did, indeed, cook an entire meal—and since my memory doesn’t extend beyond six months these days, it’s pretty clear that this does not belong on the list--except that I don’t have the memory of actually cooking anything, just the trauma afterwards so in fact, I can prove nothing.)
--brought about world peace (heaven knows I tried!)
--run for vice-president (then again, who needs it, right Sarah?)
--won a Pulitzer (though I’m pretty sure that’s only for newspaper articles—still)
--acquired 400 friends on Facebook (if my sweet little niece can, why can’t I?)
--bathed (a total waste of my time)
--changed my socks (also a waste of time in light of above)
--changed my underwear (no comment)
--done the laundry (the kids can go around stinky as well as I)
--been bored. And hey, that's what really counts!
Since I Started Blogging I Have Not . . .
--cleaned my house, you know, really well, from top to bottom (granted, could be a coincidence)
---cleaned the fridge (for which the colonies of micro-organisms thank me)
--eaten much wheat (isn’t that supposed to be the staff of life?)
--been able to fight off germs very well (could be partially due to the above)
--been plagiarized (I can live with that one. Sort of.)
--lost ten pounds (the goal started out as five but well, you know—and it’s all in my seat so, thanks blogosphere!)
---finished my second book (or the third, woe is me)
--become a famous blogger (I was really counting on that one)
--become rich (implied in the one above)
--given the mess in the garage a moment’s thought (I find I enjoy walking on the dirty laundry)
--read Breaking Dawn (I know! Sacrilegious!)
--vacationed (my fickle fans might desert me should I miss more than a day of posting—not to imply that you are all fickle, by any means)
---put away my eight (count ‘em—eight!) Halloween décor totes (though I did put up the décor which makes the black and orange totes stacked around the living room sorta blend in).
--washed the sheets (this one was suggested by The Spouse—I will have to do a sniff test to verify the accuracy of this one)
--cooked a meal (also pointed out by The Spouse except I know he is dead wrong as I have flashbacks of holding myself whilst rhythmically rocking in a dark closet, and on more than one occasion, as proof that I did, indeed, cook an entire meal—and since my memory doesn’t extend beyond six months these days, it’s pretty clear that this does not belong on the list--except that I don’t have the memory of actually cooking anything, just the trauma afterwards so in fact, I can prove nothing.)
--brought about world peace (heaven knows I tried!)
--run for vice-president (then again, who needs it, right Sarah?)
--won a Pulitzer (though I’m pretty sure that’s only for newspaper articles—still)
--acquired 400 friends on Facebook (if my sweet little niece can, why can’t I?)
--bathed (a total waste of my time)
--changed my socks (also a waste of time in light of above)
--changed my underwear (no comment)
--done the laundry (the kids can go around stinky as well as I)
--been bored. And hey, that's what really counts!
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