[about the author]
i actually like speaking in front of large crowds. freakish,
i work crossword puzzles in ink.
i am the american nigella lawson. or maybe the american eddie
izzard. can't decide, really.
i would be a really good mom, but i'm cool with being a really
i am sometimes more perceptive than i would like to be.
i am fiercely loyal. sometimes, stupidly so.
i never play dumb. never.
i am way too hard on myself.
i am a change agent.
i sometimes cross that fine line between assertive and aggressive.
i am not afraid to tell people that i love them.
i am militantly pro-choice.
i am pro-adoption.
i know a little bit about alot of things.
i typically enjoy the company of men more than women.
i am capable of being really mean and nasty, but i fight it.
i am a lifelong cubs fan. do not laugh.
i have been known to hold a grudge.
i have hips.
i am not my sister.
i am lousy at forgiving myself.
i am an indoor kind of gal.
i am a bargain shopper. to the point of obsession.
i am 32 flavors. and then some.
you'd think i could come up with something better than this
but you'd be wrong.
see, tomorrow is my one year anniversary. or blogiversary. or whatever you want to call it.
and i'm sure i'm supposed to have some fabulous recap/year at a glance type post. or some really eloquent and heartfelt note of thanks for all of the wonderful support you guys have given me over the past year. and some finely crafted words about how much i appreciate anyone and everyone who has stopped by here to read even one single solitary word over the past year. and how it's all really overwhelming and flattering and very very cool.
and i wish i had it in me right now to write those things.
but, i'm going to be honest.
i have the word head cold ever. ever in the history of head colds. this is the worst one. ever.
you know that part in minority report where tom cruise pulls the plug on that tank filled with disgusting milky looking slimy white stuff and he and samantha norton go shooting out the bottom along with all the slimy milky white stuff? well, that's how i feel right now. like someone pulled some sort of plug on my head and tom cruise and samantha norton are going to come shooting out my nose at any moment.
and then tom cruise will take me to the mall and buy me some truly horrific striped gauchos at the gap.
and the reason none of this makes any sense is because i have the following ill-advised cocktail coursing through my veins:
- one dose of tylenol sore throat medicine
- one dose of tylenol sinus medicine
- one dose of tylenol cold & flu medicine
- two excedrine migraine tablets
- most of a chloraseptic lozenge
but, you know, i had a rice krispy treat for lunch, so it's not like i took all that stuff on an empty stomach.
so, celebrate without me, kids. i'm heading home to curl up in every blanket i can find and self-medicate myself into a coma. the next time you see me, i'll be one year and one day into this whole blog thing.
and, for the record:
every day i continue to be humbled and flattered and amazed and overwhelmed by the kindness and encouragement i receive from you through your comments and your emails. when i started this thing, it was primarily as a way to keep in touch with a friend without us clogging our respective email boxes.
somewhere along the way it took on a life of its own.
it rekindled in me a love i had forgotten over the years -- a love i had hidden away and buried because i was afraid of not being good enough. because it wasn't safe. because it wasn't easy. because so many want to, but so few get to. because it threatened to become a distraction from my "real" job and my "real" life: my love of writing.
this page, this experiment, this...whatever this is, reminded me of the pure joy i feel from the act of creating -- even something mediocre. from the stringing together of words. from the telling of stories and having those stories heard.
for all of this, and for more than i can ever really adequately explain in my drug-induced stupor, i am grateful to all of you.
and, of course, to al gore for inventing the internet, without which none of this would be possible.
so, if you're a relatively new reader here, or even if you've been with me all along these past 12 months, i invite you to take a few minutes today and read one of the posts from the "remember this one" section over there on the left. it's not shakespeare. it's not even steele. but, it's what i've been doing here for the past 12 months.
and i hope you've enjoyed reading it as much as i've enjoyed writing it.
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