I know the older we get we always say time is flying, but it is… really. I hit the mid-century mark a few months ago and although I feel nothing like the age it says I am on my driver's license, my body keeps pulling stunts to remind me that, yes, I really am. I've still never seen all 50 states – hell, I've barely gotten out of Iowa! You know, I kinda like it in Iowa, though… to be honest, I kinda like it at home. I've been with my sweet husband for going on 29 years. I have children who are taller than I am (and I'm tall). My not-so-new-car Skippy has 10,000 miles and is due for another oil change. (Remember the last one? I'm scared to even think I get to do this again so soon!) The crops are starting to dry down heralding the fall harvest is right around the corner and when I went to my parents on Sunday I even saw a maple tree that had turned red! Already!
This month marks the seventh year in my current job. A job I've had longer than any other job. I still like it, which I think counts for a lot. They like me, which I think counts for more.
Finally? It is my blogoversary. Yup. Really. Three years ago I started this fumbling attempt at getting my thoughts down in the world. When I look back through the archives I find myself groaning at a few (maybe more than a few)… laughing at a couple… crying at times… and realizing that it is all out there in the blogosphere for anyone with access to a computer and an internet connection to read. It has been a journey. A few of you have been with me since the beginning, and I'm finding some new friends along the way… glad to say I've not lost too many that have dropped out of the blogosphere. If you've been with me any time at all you know I'm anti-social (no, Deb says it's avoidance) and this blogland seems to be my big social experiment. The one and only social experiment. Still? If you are here and I haven't realized you've been here? I'd love for you to give me the gift of de-lurking, if only for this one time. I'd love to see my comment count get over 30… if for nothing else… because it never has! See? I'm vain like that.
Would you want me any other way?