I’m on the downhill slide toward post 500, and I’m almost to the second half of my third year of blogging.
It’s always so weird to start categorizing life by numbers. I graduated from high school 15 years ago. I married Janus 12 years ago. I moved back from San Diego to New Mexico eight years ago. My grandmother died 13 years ago; my grandfather died 15 years ago. There are people in my life that I have known for 20 years or more.
I remember, as a kid, hearing my dad talk about people he had known for 20 years and thinking, “Wow. I can’t imagine knowing someone that long.” Well, here I am! It’s even weirder to think that I’m the same age now that he was when he was saying things like that.
Ohohoh which totally reminds me – I looked at some old family photos the other day and realized that I am older now than my parents were in those pictures! I’ll take surreal moments for a thousand, please, Alex.
As a completely unrelated and random aside, I’m going to strangle Sharkman’s dog. He’s huge, and he’s dumb, and he’s afraid of everything, which means he is uber-barkish. And he hasn’t shut up since I got out of bed this morning. Insanity is imminent.
Jeezus. That was an epic digression, even for me. What was I saying?
Post 500, and 2.45 years of blogging later.
PEOPLE, I NEED SOME FEEDBACK.
Post 500 is going to be one more “50 random pseudo-facts you never needed to know about Jolie and so of course you wouldn’t ask.” After that, I’m looking for ideas on what my new milemarker posts are going to be. Do you want me to keep on doing the 50 randoms? Do you have an idea for a new 50 list? Or even better, Top Tens? (Please, if you love me, do not ask me to do lists of 100. I tried. Once. It sucked. The end. 50 is plenty.)
I’ve tried umpteen different pleas for interaction and involvement – my Q & A page is testament to how often any of you use it. (How’s that guilt trip working?) I can see my stats and know that there are more than three of you out there, reading. I know you exist, dammit! So give me something to work with here!
Especially, particularly, if you are a regular reader but not a commenter – tell me something! Ask me something! I only bite in the nicest possible way (popular opinion notwithstanding)!
I’m up for most anything, and will volunteer the most random and inane facts about myself that you can possibly imagine, but (dare I say it?) I’m running out of ideas. I blog in three other places and may be adding a fourth, so I’m afraid the fount of inspiration is running a bit low.
So there you have it. My Friday confession – I do actually just run out of words occasionally. There are people in my life that will tell you that this is physically impossible; to them, I say pfft.
Help a sister out, won’t y’all?
In the interim, enjoy your Friday! I’m going to stay in the air conditioning and avoid this ridiculous 104* forecasted weather.