Well, I’ve been feeling pretty smug about myself–not quite 3 months into taking this blog seriously, and I’ve managed 50 posts (with a bunch more in queue, in fact) and close to 100 followers (thanks, by the way)–and I could probably scare up some more, except that I realize that at this point most of my followers are folks whose pages I’ve visited and either “liked” or “followed” myself and I don’t feel right just following a blog to get a follower in return. I only follow blogs that I actually enjoy and hope to keep up with.
So, fifty posts. I guess that requires some sort of special post–and not the Tribute To George Dubya Bush I had planned, or even the next 12 Days of Halloween entry (I know, I’m behind…it’s about 7 days to Halloween…deal).
So: Hurray. That’s me. Celebrating. I’m going to go all out and eat a baked potato, too–as a snack. With butter and salt and black pepper, maybe even some sour cream on the skins. Bill and Mary Ann brought us 20 pounds of ridiculously good potatoes from their garden, and they’re off the hook.
I have never used that phrase before. It occurs to me that a lot of kids in the cell phone age probably don’t even know what that means.
It’s not big deal. I found this blog today, and i’m in awe. She just celebrated her 1000th Post, and they’re good posts, too. From London and South Africa and Red Lobster. None of that “helicopter cat” nonsense. We’re talking REAL BLOGGING.
Anyway, thanks for reading. Feel free to send your friends.