On the Balcony Having Margaritas with Carl Weathers
That’s where I must’ve been.
Or maybe I missed the party because I couldn’t find my car in the parking garage at the mall and got caught peeing in the corner.
I mean, really, can you think of another reason I’d miss our anniversary?
I was just sitting here thinking about how it seems like I’ve been blogging now for a while. So I checked, and wouldn’t you know it, it’s been over a year already. I wrote that first post, Don’t Add Me to Your Blogroll Yet, way back on April 3, 2007.
I had to check the calendar to find out that I did indeed miss it; today is the 21st. But, hey, it’s still April. And c’mon. Like you really care about my blogging anniversary. (I’d call it my blog’s birthday, but I switched venues, in case you didn’t notice.) I’m not even sure why I’m posting about it.
Probably just because on your blogging anniversary you ought to get a free post in which you just get to say “Hey! It’s been a year!” and nothing else, and I missed it.
I guess that means I have to give you a little something more than “Hey! It’s been a year!” huh? Okay, how ’bout a brief compare and contrast? On April 3, 2007, I contended that some things in my life hadn’t changed since my first attempt at blogging. Let’s see if they still hold true:
“I’m still a bad speller.” Yeah, I’d probably have to work really hard to leave that one behind. It’s not like I’m atrocious or anything, but I make some stupid errors or what you teachers like to call “careless mistakes.”
“I’m still not savvy to fancy techno tricks.” Not all of them, but I do know how to add an accent now. I’ve learned a few other things too.
“I’m still a bit of a perfectionist . . . so just posting without tons of revising is an exercise in self-control.” I am still a bit of perfectionist about some things, but, as evidenced by the rambling quality of more than half my posts since that one, I’ve controlled my revising self.
“I’m still not entirely comfortable with blogging.” You’ve all made me feel pretty welcome.
“I’m not good at journaling.” That’s still true.
“I hate going on the record about anything other than the essentials.” Yeah, kind of. Maybe. I don’t know. I do. And I don’t.
“I’d feel much better about the whole ordeal if only people who know me in a writing kind of way were reading this.” Nah, I’m cool now.
I still don’t like the word “blog,” though. And while we’re on it, I also don’t like “loaf.” Ugh. So, please, if you start a blog about loaf, leave me out of it. Especially if it’s about meatloaf. Meat should not be in a loaf!
But there’s still some meat on this bone. In other words, don’t worry, this isn’t some sort of weird eulogy or anything. It’s really just a gimmie anniversary post. For the Record’s not going anywhere.
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Congratulations on a good, solid year.
Thanks, Lex!
Happy Anniversary!!!
I don’t like meatloaf either. In fact, we just had this conversation around Mom’s table, and she acted surprised! It’s one of the few meals that I ever really complained about, to which she would reply, “I’m not a short order cook! If you don’t want it, make yourself a hotdog.” And I would, gladly.
So, is it okay to blog about the word, “Bladder”?
JSmo — Thanks!
Mom loves meatloaf. Dad loves it so much that he likes to turn the leftovers into sandwiches for his lunch. Remember how he used to dip his meatloaf in the italian dressing left at the bottom of his salad bowl?!
I don’t entirely despise meatloaf, but I haven’t eaten it in my adult years and I always put ketchup on it in my childhood ones. (It’s a good thing I feel that way about it, because it’s one of the few things that Chris absolutely wouldn’t eat if I made it. He’ll gag his way through some things — though I never make those things! — but not meatloaf.) It’s just that “loaf” is such an icky sounding word (unless you say, “loaf of bread”). The thought of it being made of meat is worse!
No, you should NOT start a blog about bladders! C’mon!
i love meatloaf. mom’s meatloaf is absolutely my favorite, and thus it has been served on many-a-bday for me. (of course this should be no surprise to you, since your husband and I shared a kitchen for 2 years.)
lindsey’s grandma Shirley makes a terrific hamloaf. no one in the family likes it, except me…on a few occasions others have been forced to “just eat it” so that I could be rewarded with a hamloaf feast for a special occasion.
Kevin — HAMLOAF! Hamloaf! Next you’re gonna tell me you eat Spamloaf on Thanksgiving.
But, no, I’m not surprised. Now that I think about it, you and my dad actually probably have A LOT of the same favorites. Of course, he’s not as adventurous as you. He’d never attempt to make his very own skillet of grilled onions as a main course. He’d love to eat his own skillet full; he just wouldn’t know how to make them. (For the record, I like grilled onions, but I don’t know about just grilled onions.) But I’m certainly not complaining about your former kitchen habits. Remember that time you gave me some cherry pie?
I think it’s awesome that you love your mom’s meatloaf enough to want b-day meatloaf! (Did she ever put candles on it?) If nothing else, meatloaf has got to be on the inexpensive side of celebratory meals.
And I love that Lindsey’s grandma is named Shirley and makes hamloaf — seems like a perfect novel character to me.
Kevin probably doesn’t eat Spamloaf on Thanksgiving, he likely eats Tofurky if he’s a man who enjoys a good loaf.
No wonder I’ve really enjoyed the last year.
JSmo — You’ve been watching too much GG. (Although, didn’t Marie Barone make a tofurkey one year too?)
Steve — Aw, shucks.
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