When I started this blog in March, it was in a fit of writer's block on my "real" blog.
I was feeling like everything I had to say had to be censored - like I couldn't be myself.
So I created a "new" account and wrote what was supposed to be one post about my life in Suburbia, my horrid job and pretty much all of those other things you're not supposed to talk about at parties.
And I LOVED it.
So I wrote another one. And I tweeted it (because, OF COURSE, I couldn't tell anyone about it.)
And you laughed and read and commented. And the things I wrote and the things you said, were more real than some of the conversations I've had in 10 years.
So, THANK YOU.
Thank you for the comments and the feedback and the twitter praise because it's not ALL fun and games. There are nights when I'm too tired to blog, too tired to think of something witty, too cranky to keep my venom out of my posts but I do it anyway. I do it because I love to blog, because I love to talk to you about the things I can't say to the Stepford wives in town.
And I do it because I love the feedback. I'm not going to lie. I LOVE every single comment that I get. It's worth every night that I stay up until 2am trying to think of something to write when the comments come flowing in the following day.
So I have a favor to ask of you. PLEASE.
Please nominate Blogging Dangerously for a Bloggie. If you don't know what a Bloggie is, it's a blog award. A big one. This isn't one of those high school, vote-for-me-every-day popularity contests.
It's an honest to god merit contest with winners as big as Dooce and The Pioneer Woman and others.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying I'm that good.
But there is a BEST NEW WEBLOG category for blogs started during 2010. And this is my one shot.
So if you've enjoyed what I've written this year, will you please nominate me?
Thank you for having my son at your party yesterday. It must have been crazy having 20+ boys in your house in the middle of WINTER. You're so brave having ALL THOSE BOYS in ONE ROOM. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that my son was just diagnosed with STREP. He had a great time at your party before the FEVER and SORE throat started. I hope no one gets sick.
Mother of Strep Sammy
Dear Sammy's Mom,
Hey, thanks for letting me know. Sam did look a little sick yesterday but I thought he must just be tired since NO ONE in their RIGHT MIND would send a SICK CHILD to an INDOOR, WINTER BIRTHDAY PARTY!
No worries! I ONLY have FOUR kids. What are the odds that one of them will get this INSANELY CONTAGIOUS VIRUS THAT HAS RAVAGED THE SCHOOL FOR 3 MONTHS.
I sure do hope that Sam feels better and that no one else in your family gets sick and learns a valuable lesson in GERM THEORY!
I'm just going to come right out and say it: When I first met you, I didn't care for you AT ALL!
I mean it: two days before Easter - on a HOLIDAY no less - and you drop in unexpectedly with the headache, the nausea, the joint pain, the night sweats and the fever. I wasn't a fan and I'm not ashamed to say it.
Oh, sure, there were some good times; the hallucinogenic episodes when my fever hit 103, the delirium, the being able to yell "Get me some water with extra ice - STAT!" at my husband - and having him actually get it, FOR ONCE.
And then there was that dream - the one where we were in DisneyWorld, and I'd forgotten where I'd parked my car and my old friend Kim was suddenly there and we were in a parking garage and there was some girl being attacked by a guy - and he had cut off his own arm to attack her and so I stabbed him to save her and then I called my husband to say I'd found the car but was going to be a little late and oh, by the way, this is NOT the happiest place on earth.
Anyway, as I was saying, NOT A FAN and when you left yesterday I was all "Don't let the door hit you on the way out" and then this morning I saw the BEAUTIFUL HOSTESS GIFT that you had left for me - right there - ON MY SCALE! - where I had LOST 5 POUNDS.
You are welcome back anytime and I now consider you my BFF!
Remember last week how we had that staff meeting and you talked about what a great job we were all doing because productivity was up but what you really meant was how you were going to get a big bonus for all of the money you saved by laying off half the office last month and making the rest of us work overtime?
And then remember how I raised my hand and suggested that we automate the ordering system because the MANUAL way we do it is SO time consuming and you said that that was the way we ALWAYS have done it and that it would be easier to keep doing it that way but what you meant was that it would be easier for YOU if I kept doing it even if it means that I'm working 80 hours a week instead of 60?
And then remember how you mentioned that all that extra work I would be doing was "job security" but what you really meant was "toe the line chica because you and I both know that you REALLY need this job to FEED your FAMILY?"
And then remember how at the end of the meeting we were joking about how Powerball was $200M and I said that if I won I would donate half of my money to charity but what I really meant was that the first thing I would do if I won was have a plaster cast made of your penis so that I could tell you to go F*Ck yourself?