I wanted to do something fabulous and spectacular for my 1000 post. Like a giveaway or a video compilation of highlights this blog has covered over the last four years.
Alas, the reality is when I get an idea in my head, something is sure to come along and thwart it. Like scrapbooking tonight. I had pictures out, sketches in my head, kids asleep...or so I thought. Titus decided sleep was not on his agenda. I will never him sugar again. Ever. He only had half of a Reeses PB Cup. My kid ought to be able to hold his chocolate. Yet he was freaking the junk out at 11:30 and his favorite "Beet" is now in the washer thanks to hysterics induced chocolate vomit.
That's what this post will be about, the norm. That's why I started this blog. Looking back over posts, I am so thankful for the memories here. The dailiness, the ups and downs of motherhood. Mostly, though, I'm thankful for the friendships I've made through this blog. My very best, sure to be lifelong friends are a part of my everyday because of this little marvel of modern day. I've lost some friends because of this blog, too. I vent here. I run my mouth here with a boldness I don't have in person. I've actually changed some of my views quite a bit and it's awesome to be able to look back and see.
In the beginning, this blog was my only outlet. We were traveling and I had zero friends. I didn't even have acquaintances. I wanted a connection to the outside world. Not everything I have to say contributes anything useful to the world at large, but it's important to me; the stuff about my family, politics and most importantly, Christianity.
Everybody wants a soapbox, this is mine.
A few pictures to round out my ordinary post:
My Urban Cowboy. He's only urban b/c he refused to wear the boots. Cowboys can wear Crocs.
This kid cracks me up. He takes life so seriously. He's a rockstar, btw. Nobody got it. I heard David Bowie, "The guy on COPS last night," Punk, etc etc.
And my one kid that didn't have a problem with anything about his costume. *sigh* I love an easygoing middle child. Thank you, Sweet Boy.How blessed am I?!?
If everybody who stops by on this momentous blogosphere occasion would leave me a comment, I would appreciate it. Just a, "Hey, I still read," or something like that, it would make my day.