special occasion

Work weary, you walk into the house and are greeted by softly playing music and dimmed lights.  The dining room table is set with silver, china and flickering candles.  A tall glass of champagne is offered and you accept. 
“What’s all this for,” you ask.
“Celebrating, of course,” is the cheerful answer.
“And the occasion?”
“You don’t remember?”
You try to stall by sipping the champagne.  Your silence betrays your ignorance.
“I can’t believe you don’t remember.”  A quivering lip, a hitching cry, angry footfalls then a slamming door.  You are alone with your confusion.  Something in the oven sure smells good, though. 

Okay, I’ll forgive you for not remembering.  One year ago today, I created this blog.  They grow up so fast, don’t they?  Here’s what I have to show for my first year of bloggy goodness:

Number of posts: 104 (including this one)
Number of comments: 74
Number of views: 2,335
Most views in one day: 74 on 8/16/07
Most popular posts: fun with retro advertisements (105 views) and have a sarcastic christmas (100 views) – you guys love when I goof on those ads, don’t you?

All in all, more than I was expecting, but I didn’t really have many expectations.  Now I do, though.  I’ll definitely post more, and maybe my view counts will increase as a result.  I do believe in quality over quantity, so I will not sacrifice one for the other. 

Thank you for everyone for taking the time to visit me here and leave your comments.  I hope I can continue to be worthy of your time for another year.

10 Years

Ten years ago today I married my husband.  And we’re still married.  No small feat in my family!  I know that people always say this, but it does not seem like it has been that long.  In another blink of an eye, I’ll have been married 20 years and I will be officially middle aged.  Why can’t I have the time perception of my youth?  Back then, the school year seemed to drag forever and summers seemed to last much longer than the sum of their days.  Now, Christmases seem to come and go with the frequency of the garbage man.  My job doesn’t help matters any.  In the insurance business, you are always thinking 60-90 days ahead.  I have policies on my desk that don’t officially renew until January.  It’s hard to concentrate on the here and now when you are constantly preparing for the there and later. 

But it is all perception, isn’t it?  An hour is always 60 minutes no matter how they seem to zip by during a great party or drag along at work.  All we can do is try to appreciate the hours we are given.  And today I’m going to tell my husband how much I’ve appreciated the last 87,600 hours I’ve spent married to him.