Anniversaries do not matter that much to me. As I grow older, their value diminishes and consistently becomes more and more insignificant. Across the history of my life, I haven't kept track of the dates of significant events and life milestones.
I have celebrated one anniversary with a boyfriend, and that was because I was 19 years old and it was just a 'thing that you do' when you have a boyfriend. Once was enough. Since then I could not tell you exactly how long I've dated any of my ex boyfriends. I certainly couldn't tell you when we met or had our first date, kiss, or rut.
I've not bred. That is probably why I don't look at children as 7 month old, 23 month old or any month old. To me, they are pretty much, newborn until they are a year old. Then they turn two after another year has screamed by. I think that is about as much tracking as is necessary. Anything beyond that is tedious and obsessive, but appears to be the standard in parenting.
So last year, during NaBloPoMo I was inspired to start a blog. I was totally unprepared for anyone to ever look at it much less come back and leave comments. Imagine my surprise when a few of you good people added a link to my blog on your blogs. High compliment, yet I always figured that it was just a matter of time before you realized that I was a fraud and you deleted my link. Any time now, I'm sure I'll lose you all.
The point is, as I was burning through writing a post every day during the month of November, I thought, NaBloPoMo is almost over, pretty soon I will have been writing this blog for a year. So I carried on writing away and finally November came to an end and this lady had a moment to step back and breathe a little. I also took the time to look through my archives and see exactly when I began writing this here blog. Guess what: Consistent with the value I put on anniversaries, my one year mark came and went. I had cake in celebration last night.
Actually I was hung over from my company Christmas party, so I dove into comfort food to try and regain balance and clarity in my system. Sugar is good for that, right? It didn't fix anything really, but having cake for no good reason seemed appropriate.
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- Fresh Hell
- Wouldn't you like to know? . . . In case you would: I'm a girl. I'm in my late 30s. I was born under the glyph of death on the Mayan calendar. Yes, I'm Hispanic among a multitude of other cultures. I'm politically bored and incorrect. I don't pray or prey. I'm a scientist, but probably should have been a housewife. I'm not in a relationship. Sorry ladies, I like the fellers. I knit, but it's not likely you'll ever see my work on the internet. I wish I was a better writer. And while I'm wishing . . . I wish I was thinner, and made more money, and that things would get easier. I like it when I'm not all victimy.
Laughing at Tragedy!
13 comments:
Woohoo!
Happy late blog-birthday, Fresh!
And well done for not breeding. If only we could persuade everybody else to do the same, all the planet's problems would soon be over.
Thankya thankya, Dive.
I love your disdain for humanity!
Children get interesting at around 12 years old, which is also when they start to be wise asses and not interested in talking to adults anyway. Which negates all their interestingness... Ironic. But also fine with me. I have bigger fish to fry.
Hey, I found another great Waltham bar! Have you been to Franco's? Buckets of beer and a HUGE menu, good pizza, bands, pool tables, darts, plasma TV's, video games. The perfect hang for drunks with short attention spans. Of which...uh...I am one...
Happy Belated Blog Birthday!
You a fraud? No way. You're just a bit out of the ordinary and that's why we love you. Happy anniversary.
Happy Anniversary Fresh.
I think you did rather well with NaBloPoMo.
Happy blog birthday. Cake is a fine idea. Speaking of cake, when I was born a telegram was sent to relations in Australia to tell them of my arrival. The telegram was meant to read, 'Kate arrived at...' however they got it wrong and it said, 'Cake arrived at....' My family nickname has been Cake and Biscuits ever since. Sad but true.
I think you're lying. I just know you have a pink fluffy diary lying around with entries such as 'dear diary, today we rutted for the first time, I was so excited, he wore blue.....'.
Maybe not. Happy belated blog birthday anyway!
Congratulations! Blogland is better for having you in it.
Andraste~ Thanks! I'm with you on the kids. Tis ironic though . . .
I've been meaning to get into Franco's for a while now. A lot of my loser dirtbag neighbors hang out there and it has kept me from making the amble up the street. I'm so stuck in a Lincoln rut. They play good music and occasionally they have great blues bands. But they don't have pool and that's a big seller. Perhaps we should have a night on the town in Waltham?
Art~ Shucks! Thanks. But I think you may underestimate me with 'a little' out of the ordinary. ;-)
Full~ Thanks Darlin! It's all to keep cute single British boys like you and the brother, Dive paying attention to me. I'm such an attention whore.
Cake and Biscuits . . . I mean Laughy Kate~ Thanks! That is the cutest story for a nickname! My people called me Rooster in my youth. There is no justice.
Ali Blah Blah~ Thanks! You inspire me! No really . . .
Sassy~ Look who reared her lovely head in Bloglandia! Good to see you and thanks, sista!
Belated—happy anniversary. I am always surprised when people link to my blog--it's nice, isn't it?
Thanks, Scout! I've been meaning to update my blog links for a while now . . . it's hard to keep up, but our little commuity is nice. ;-)
i am so late in congratulating you, sugar! *hugs* you rock!
Cake for no good reason is just as lovely as consciously choosing not to have a child. I like both very much, although I have cake, too, for a reason...and I did have kids.
But, um, you take my point, I'm sure.
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