Sunday, August 03, 2008

300 Is Only A Very Large Number

I have an awesome responsibility today.

I've actually been putting it off for a while, because really, I just don't know if I'm up to it.

I mean, when one reaches their 300th POST, great and powerful words are supposed to come flowing from the keyboard in celebration, with inspiration, edification, and just some plain good ol' humorfication thrown in for good measure.

Me? I got nuthin'.

And I'm not about to do one of those "300 Things You Wish You Didn't Have To Read That You Didn't Know About Me And Didn't Really Care About To Begin With" posts. For one thing, there aren't that many things to tell about me without repeating about 257 of them, and (B), it's 12:28 a.m. in the MORNING for goodness sake. I'd be up all night long doing one of those things, wasting perfectly good sleeping time.

So? Get real.

I suppose I could post 300 photos of my grandchildren, that is IF I was a GOOD grandmother and actually HAD 300 photos of my grandchildren. Which I don't. Because, hello? They live with their parents. And when they're here, they RUN. Or crawl. Or I'm holding them. Or wiping them up or changing their diapers or feeding them or playing with them or answering the question "Why?" over and over and over again, so really? Who has time to take pictures?


I could post one photo showing the at least 300 gray hairs I haven't had a chance to color yet that keep popping up in my perfectly good brown hair, but there again? Ain't gonna happen. My roots are private, TYVM. At least the gray ones.


I could give you 300 reasons I love my family, my job, my church, my God, my home, food, and any number of other things. Or I could give you 300 reasons I don't love my weight, the way I keep house, the economy, politics, mean people, bills, and the fact that there is not an ever-flowing fountain of Starbucks nonfat iced mocha w/whipped coming from a faucet in my house.

Seeing as none of the above is going to happen, I have decided to celebrate in my own way. And my own way is to make a simple request. Should you happen to happen upon this post, please de-lurk yourself and leave a comment, no matter how small, letting me know where you're from.

That's all.

Humor me, please. I only turn 300 once.


Linds said...

Ah well, it is only fitting that I am first.... and I am not de-lurking. No. You have discovered me already. I am a little large to hide. Especially at the moment after 6 weeks on the couch (or in the near vicinity of). And on account of the chocolate.
And you also know I am in foreign parts. In the wet place where it rains a lot. Like now. Right bang in the middle.
Happy 300th! You don't look a day over 287.......(as she hobbles off to hide behind the couch!) could have had a party, you know, with cake......

HeyJules said...

I agree! I don't think you look a day over 287 either.


Sean said...

mmmm.... cake.

Columbia, MO, home of Cutie.

Just Me said...

Hi! I havne't left comments in a while, but 'Happy 300th' . I'm coming up on my '200th' soon...and yes, there always seems to be some kind of pressure to do something exciting! I think just making it to 300 IS the excitment! Anwyays..enjoy the day...and give yourself a pat on the back! Who knew when you started blogging, that 300 posts later, you'd still be going strong! Wow...God's gift to women with words, has gotta be blogging eh? Oh..and I'm in Abbotsford, British Columbia, Canada.

Anonymous said...

Hi - delurking myself - have to say I really enjoy your blog - found you from HeyJules! I'm from Mississippi - nice to meet you!


groovyoldlady said...

I don't "lurk", I hang out. If this is a party, where is all the FREE FOOD????