Thursday, July 07, 2005

One Year Later

Today marks my one year blogging anniversary. In some ways it seems like I’ve been blogging a lot longer than a year.

I have changed. My writing has changed. My life has changed. My friends and family got to know me a little better and my new friendships are so amazingly real.

I floundered a bit when I first started Wings. For who and why was I writing? What should I write about? In the beginning I wrote almost essay type posts. I went from posting a couple times a week to posting every day and back to posting a couple times a week.

My parents were my biggest supporters at first, encouraging me to keep on blogging. Slowly, I made friends and gained readers. Among the first were Freya, Shadowbox, Kat, Kristin, Zulu and Dale. Since then, too many to name individually have dropped in and out of my blog world. What great friends you all have become. I’ve developed friendships that I wouldn’t hesitate to change into 3D friendships. Some of you know more about me than anyone else.

In some respects this past year has been tough. But it’s been worthwhile and a growing experience for me. Time and priorities have changed for me and I don’t get around to your blogs or post as much as I used to. I guess blogging ebbs and flows like anything else in life.

I can’t wait to see where the tide takes me in the next year.

Thanks for a great year of blogging everybody!

Monday, July 04, 2005

Monday Morning Cheer

I was whining to a friend about how I’m really crabby this morning and was having trouble remaining pleasant through the usual Monday morning banter and jokes.

For whatever insane reason I decided to figure out how many Monday mornings or work I may have left in my life. Scary? Yes. Depressing? Most definitely.

Assuming that I’ll be working until my early sixties and taking into account vacations and long weekends, CONSERVATIVELY, I have approximately 1400 more working Mondays to look forward to.

It’s a sobering thought.

Friday, July 01, 2005

Last time I checked....

I received a comment today on a past post. I guess that I'm feeling a little feisty today because I don't feel like ignoring it like I normally would. Rest assured it's not a terribly offensive comment, it just rubbed me the wrong way.

At 2:27 AM, misterd declared...

Before the Internet, only your closest family had to be subjected to inane pap like this.

No longer.
Technology moves us ahead.




Well misterd.

I guess you're right. It's inane. It's boring. It's my life. Thing is? You didn't have to read it. You didn't need to leave a comment. You could have gone back to your exciting and righteous life and never thought of it again. But according to my stats you spent more than 8 grueling minutes at Wings. It must have been awfully painful for you to be stuck here for so long.

Last time I checked this was a place for me. It's too bad that people like you (and when I say that, I mean people that surf around blogland judging the value of others, leaving comments but neglecting to leave directions to their own perfect blogs) feel the need to take others"down a notch". It's sad really. Maybe even the tiniest bit pathetic.

What's the matter? Feeling a little inadequate? Maybe this is the only way you can find to have fun? Maybe the only thing you are able to write is snotty comments to others. Maybe it's the best way to make yourself feel better about the state of your own inane existence.

So, misterd, I apologize that you were subjected to my drivel. It's too bad that you felt compelled to not only read the whole thing, but comment also. Having a will of my own, I am usually able to surf right on by the blogs I'm not interested in without leaving my stamp of disapproval.

When I don't like or appreciate a blog, my visit registers on stats as a few seconds, or a minute at most. I land on it, glance at it and then decide if I want to stay. In 8 minutes I can read quite a few posts. I wonder how many of mine you read before you decided that you should let me know how inane it all is?