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You remember how I keep forgetting to tell you about the time I sprained my hip in the shower at the Y? It was actually my first post here at Vanderbilt Wife, on July 13, 2006.
Three years! It’s been nearly three years I’ve been here rambling about this and that. I appreciate any of you who have stuck with me for awhile. Really, for me, the whole purpose of this endeavor has been to practice writing in the hopes that maybe someday I’ll be able to write for magazines or write books. It means so much to me that as this point I get more hits a day than I would have ever dreamed. (Not that I am super-popular as bloggers go–but for me to get 100 hits is a BIG STINKING DEAL!)
It took me two posts to reveal what my job is (although I think I did a much better job of hiding which company I work for until lately).
Five posts to fill out a meme.
A little more than a year to scare y’all with the large number of books I read.
Until October 2007 to bestow upon you my first recipes.
And until a few months ago to really be able to write from the heart without worrying about people I know reading it.
Thank you, awesome readers, for letting me bounce ideas off you, ramble at you, and try to figure out things in my confused head. Thank you for reading my writing. As Alli would say, “You rawk.” I think that nearly three years into this blogging thing, I might finally be getting a clue on how to do it! More and more I enjoy writing and think it is readable; and that, after all, was the point.