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Sunday, March 25, 2007

Happy Blogiversary to Me!

I didn't have a very eventful weekend, but sometimes I like it that way. I spent most of this particular weekend engrossed in The Masque of the Black Tulip. It's the sequel to The Secret History of the Pink Carnation, which I picked up out of a bargain bin a few years ago and devoured. I just really enjoy the author's writing style (Joie - I think you would enjoy these - part historical spy/romance, part comtemporary chick lit) and the characters. Now I need to get my hands on the third one. I think the library has it.

I meant to do laundry this weekend, in preparation for my vacation, but didn't get to it. (Not motivated enough. I did fold the laundry that was still sitting in the basket from last week though.) I guess I can do a few loads next weekend instead. How I wish I had a washer and dryer in the apartment! Not that that would really have motivated me anyway.

Tonight, I went to dinner with Kristin, and then to Target. We were probably overly-amused at Target in the dollar section... They have this cloth covered bunny pen that is just so inappropriate...I can't describe how wrong it looks...but we laughed so hard about it that Kristin had to buy it. I told her she would have to put it on her blog, so check her link above to see if she has. (You can comment and ask her for it, if it's not there.) We were both laughing hysterically in the aisle, saying how neither of us had our cameras, and then her phone started ringing. She looked at it to see who was calling, then looked at me, still laughing so hard she can barely speak. "How are you calling me?"

"What?"

I opened my purse and notice it's all lit up by my cell phone, which has randomly dialed Kristin from inside my purse (okay, so I'm sure buttons were pressed while the purse was pressed against my arm, but what a coincidence!). That only made us laugh harder. And then we read through greeting cards, which kept the laughter flowing.

Yesterday (March 24) was my 1 year blogiversary! It sure doesn't seem like I've been doing this for that long already. 165 posts (this one makes 166). I like having this creative outlet (not that I'm always that creative...). And surprisingly enough, I even have a few regular readers.

So, thanks to all of you who still read me. :)
(Even when my creativity is lagging, like tonight!)

5 comments:

Joie said...

Wow, has it really been that long?? Hard to believe it's been a year. Well congrats on the blogversary and may there be many more.

Your outing sounds like it was fun. The pen is not up as of this writing however...

Those books do sound good. I'll have to see if my library has them next week when I go. And you're right, that while having a W/D in your apt does make it more convenient, it does little to stop procratination (we are living without them in this place.) Have fun preping for your trip, and try not to leave it all to the last minute. That's what I do and then I'm miserable....

Dagny said...

Congrats!

There is no photo of the pen. There was a photo of the wild turkeys though. Which reminded me of one of the last times I went to my mom's house and turkeys were strolling across the neighbors front yard. Alas, I did not have my camera.

And the trip to Target sounds like fun. I love the dollar section.

Kristin said...

Hey Tami
I am working on the picture and will try to do it today. I cam home and crashed, I was tired.
I feel for you sort of on the laundry thing. I have about 3 or 4 loads of clean clothes sitting in a basket on my floor to be folded and put away and I was going to do it several times and still didn't. They have been there for weeks. UGH

Calamity Jen said...

Happy blogiversary, Tami! My own blogiversary is fast approaching; I didn't realize how close our big dates were.

Looking forward to another year of your musings.

SusannahS said...

Happy Blogiversary! I was re-reading some of my posts from last spring and came across a comment you had left for me. I'm glad I started blogging--it's fun to so how much has changed in a year.