Today is my blog birthday. So, my blogthday? Since I usually avoid birthdays like the plague, I've not ever celebrated my blogthday. But, I'm in the mood for cake, so here it goes.
What I've learned in four years of blogging.
1. I'm a pretty shallow writer as evidenced by my writing topics which have ranged from lice to cleaning house to Pinterest. However, this does not make me a shallow individual. After all, this year I did consider running for office (of what was never quite determined, but I did vet and choose a running mate).
2. I love my kids with all my heart. This does not compel me to write about their fabulous traits or glorify them on my blog. Rather it makes my flaws as a mom and their flaws as kids stick out like back fat in a two piece. I choose to write about the back fat.
3. I am a comment whore and I love the internets. Turns out - I love comments and interacting with people that I do not know nor have ever met. So, I guess it's a good thing I'm happily married?
4. I would rather read other people's blogs than clean my house or do laundry. So, blogging has taken my procrastination to new (and exciting?) levels.
5. As much as I abhor grammatical errors and as much as I scour my posts for them, I still find them in posts that were published days and weeks earlier. Blech. And, it still makes me cringe. Like fingernails on a chalk board.
6. For me, the urge to write directly coincides with the amount of work that is piled on my desk.
7. I'm not the only person out in the world who: has crazy, whacked out kids, has a husband who (although I love dearly) occasionally drives me nuts, has a family that is kinda like the family in Little Miss Sunshine, and who likes to write about all the confusion and chaos.
8. Since I don't really believe in therapy for myself, I *might* be addicted to self-diagnosing and then solving my problems (and then paying myself with Starbucks coffee). Blogging helps this insane compulsion.
9. I've changed a little on my blog in the past four years. And, I guess it's because I've changed a little in real life. I'm older now, so I care less what other people think and I've somehow managed to gain a teensy bit more confidence. I still suck at dressing myself, buying bathing suits, parenting, and staying on a stupid diet. But, what's changed is that I really don't mind admitting it anymore.
And, last but not least. I may not have 9000 readers. Or even 10 on a good day. But, I still like them all. And I still like blogging. Just like the recently re-elected president, I'm probably in for another four years.
So, here's to blogging. I'm eating cake. If you feel like it - send me a present. I don't mind belated ones. I'll even save you some cake.
Or maybe I won't.