In an incident completely unrelated to abandoning my child in time out, Saturday’s Living Beyond Yourself post was #200 for the BooMama website.
I decided to check out my old posts because you know that’s what we “webmasters” do on our “websites,” we check things. Anyway, I did some counting, and I have been blogging for approximately nineteen weeks. Yes, that’s all. I realize that it feels more like nineteen eternities, but for all intents and purposes it’s been about 5 months total. So I did some more math because I’m a total nerd, and on average I write a little over 10 posts a week.
I feel that we can come to several conclusions based on this information:
1) It is painfully obvious that David and I have absolutely no social life aside from the occasional church function. If you wonder how I manage to post almost every single day, I offer you three words: WE’RE ALWAYS HOME. But we like it that way.
2) I can flat crank out some writing product. You might even call me prolific if the stuff I wrote was, you know, good.
3) Considering that the cost of said writing product is for you, the reader, approximately nothing, I think it’s safe to say that you’ve gotten your money’s worth. I could shut this puppy down tomorrow and none of us would be any worse for the financial wear.
4) This blog would not exist without television, naptime and bedtime, the three critical components of my writing. If you had any idea how many blog entries have been thrown together while Alex watched an episode of “Blue’s Clues” or a Veggie Tales DVD, you would understand how #2 is possible. Give me 30 minutes, and I’ll give you, well, something. It might not be entertaining, but it’ll be something, and I’m sure that makes you feel real special.
5) I have obviously enjoyed blogging. Maybe too much.
So for “old” time’s sake, here are the posts that have resulted in the most email / phone calls / embarrassing public readings (Elise!) from y’all (but not necessarily the most comments – it took y’all a little while to catch on to that part). Please realize that when I say “most” I mean more than zero and less than five, because I’m not kidding about the “read by tens of people” deal. And I know it may be a little early to walk down BooMama memory lane, but I really don’t have anything else to say, and this will keep y’all busy for awhile. Selfless as always!
The One With The Shotgun Wedding
The One With The Fish
The One With The Bora Bora
The One With The Laundry
The Ones With My Friends
Thanks for reading. Love y’all.
Those were hilarious! I can’t believe I’ve been missing this blog for so long!
“Dead. Over yonder in that ravine.”
I always get a little tickled by some of the people they put on the local news. But that TAKES THE CAKE! :D
Yep, those are the classics. The ones I would pick if you had left it up to me. Thanks for reminding me to re-read them! The Buick Regal. I can see it right now. The tanning bed place. I can see it, too. The huge water blister on the back of your knee. I can see it! Thank you for making my life so interesting!!
Addie – your appreciation of Southern Life means that you definitely need to head down this way with your girls this summer. We would take y’all to the fish camp and get you some sweet tea and everything. :-) And Merritt – it just makes me feel better seeing your name in the comments. All is right with the world again….
Please don’t even joke about shutting down Boomama Inc. I have withdrawals now when you take a day or two to do silly stuff like visit family and cook for VIP’s and The Masses. ;)
You’re my Sure Thing Blog, Boomama. I KNOW I will…. A) Laugh B) Cogitate
C) Commiserate D) Get All Spiritual
Or, E) All The Above…..when I visit here. (APPLAUSE!) More, Please….. ;)
Ok, Soph. I love the Shotgun wedding post. But, when I was reading your post about Bubba and you said y’all had been friends for 20 years, I INSTANTANEOUSLY thought, “No. Since we were 6?” Then I realized that we are not 26, but, in fact, 36. You could have had a friend for 20 years now that I have never heard of because we are so old!
It’s okay, Liz. I still think of myself as 26, too. Well, 28, because I was a little more grounded at 28 than I was at 26. REGARDLESS, how can we be this old and yet I still feel the same way around y’all that I did at 19?