Tomorrow will be my one-year blogging anniversary. This will be my 321st post, believe it or not. I thank you, loyal readers, for indulging my need to have an audience. I thank you for providing me free therapy, a real excuse NOT to scrapbook, and a new set of creative eyes. I see the world more clearly because I am always looking for the transcendent in the ordinary. Or, at least the sublime in the ridiculous. So thank you.
If you want to see where it all started, check out my first post. We've all come a long way, thank God.
In honor of my year anniversary, I will do my first BLOGGING GIVEAWAY. Make a comment on the actual blog (Facebook doesn't count.) Discuss your favorite entry, or a deep thought, or tell me something funny. The winner will be randomly selected using one of the many random selection software devices that
The winner will receive a ten dollar gift card from my house of worship, Starbucks.
You will not hear the results until Wednesday. Unless I encounter free DSL somewhere along the way, we are once again traveling and the blog will once again go dark. This time we are traveling to Marshall University in Wild and Wonderful West Virginia. Paul is running his 8th marathon there on Sunday.
They grow real beards to do this. Even the women.
We will arrive at Marshall, and will treat or treat! In West Virginia! Naturally, I'm making Owen and Paul dress up like matching scarecrows. I hope people know they are in costume. (And that, ladies and gentlemen, will be my last West Virginia wisecrack).
Except for this: I'm going to meet Paul at mile 19, right around the time he's starting to flag. I will then squeal loudly. You know, like a pig. If that doesn't get him moving, I don't know what will...
Ummm....Nance? You still haven't talked about your kids:
Oh right, the kids. The reason I started this blog. The reason I call myself a "mommyblogger." Them.
Let me tell you one story, and then I'll call it a day. Yesterday, I had the boys play outside. Our backyard is gated, and I can see them through my window. As they played outside, I fixed lunch, and then retreated to the bathroom.
As I returned from my little sit, I heard the sound of the external water spicket. I stepped outside, and saw that Owen had opened the back gate. Both Owen and his brother had walked to the side of the house. Using PVC pipe, Owen had fashioned a fountain of sorts. He then turned on the water at full blast, making our own version of Old Faithful, right in my side yard.
The force of the water blew Joel's glasses off and drenched him head to toe. He, naturally, was delighted. Owen, mad with power, wanted to increase the buzz with MORE PVC pipes and MORE water pressure.
I'll think twice before leaving them alone again, lest Owen build a nuclear bomb or a Molotov cocktail.