Just 6 days ago, I celebrated
my third Blogoversary
. I really meant
to mention it, but I was a bit busy getting, oh, 1/3 of my house back
. I guess I'm supposed to type a 100 things about me post, but really? 100? I tried that once and by the time I got to 33, I was talking about the direction my chin hair grows in. I'm just going to do you a favor and spare you all that.
I did, however, go back and read my very first post. Let me tell you, it's profound. Earth shattering. It's amazing that I didn't get picked up by some company
looking for the World's Best Blogger right then and there. Wanna read it? Brace yourselves....
Well, this is my first official post.
Not much to say right now.
So hi, and see you soon!
Please, hold your applause. I'll be signing
autographs at the end of the show.
Sometimes, when I find a blog that I particularly like, I go snooping. I don't read all the archives; I have been trying to read my OWN archives for a year straight now and haven't done it. Maybe
I just bore myself
. Bygones. I like to read the first posts people have written, however many years ago. Because I have nothing BETTER to do, that's why.
Anyway, in honor of my Happy 3rd, I thought I'd share some of my favorite first posts I had stumbled on. Some that are one bazillion times better than I could have ever pulled off.
- Suburban Kamikaze. I do not talk about her enough over here. She is, hands down, the funniest mom blogger I have EVER read. Here's her very first post. It's the perfect demonstration of her, her writing, her family.
- David. Zombyboy. My one true love. This shit makes my heart sing. I am fully aware that this is probably NOT David's first post, but it is the first one I could find aside from this page that I can't get a good link to, and it was exactly everything I'd hoped it would be.)
- I was trying to pick a little quip out of Anne Nahm's first post for you to read, but my little quip turned into a rather large paragraph and so I flipped a coin. A heavily weighted coin. I "randomly" chose this:
Fuckity-fuck-fuck-fuckit. And poop-damn-fart. There. The gentle vibration you feel in your seat is my grandfather rolling in his grave. Anne, dude, don't you EVER change.
- The last one I'm going to link you to is actually the catalyst for this whole post. Sometimes people start blogging with introductions, like I did. Sometimes, people swear. Sometimes, people just start talking. Kelly just started talking. Like we were all standing around the water cooler. The day I read this post was the day I got hooked into her blog. She could draw scribbles in Microsoft Paint every day if she wanted on her blog, and I would keep coming back, looking for another one of these:
I never go anywhere without my cell phone. At work, the gym, the shower, theHow's that for a first line? The whole post just gets better and better. I encourage you to go read it. It's beautiful.
phone is always at my side. I'm waiting on a call. Not just any call. The call
that will change everything. The call from our birthmother telling us that a son
has been born.
If you all really have to have the 100 things posts, you are more than welcome to write 100 things about me and I will smack it straight in the sidebar. Just sayin'. ;)
Oh, I'm still looking for a Valentine, in case you're interested......