To celebrate, I want to include you. This blog would be no fun at all without you. So, help me out here, okay?
Tell me why you're here.
Is it for the pictures? The words? The funny? The sad? The overalls and boots? The feminist rant against workwear that doesn't fit small women? The never-know-what-you'll get? If it's for the Johnny, do you always stop by on Friday??
Tell me about your favourite post.
Was it the one about my daughter's baby bird? My son Bucky on the four-wheeler? My adventures in unibrow separation and pink hair dye? Stories about my dear departed red horse? Putting hay in the barn? The weirdness of taking a girl off the farm but bringing a few tiny bits of farm to the subdivision?
How did you end up here?
Next blog button? Saw a comment from me on another blog and wanted to know who the heck would call herself a hick so proudly? Googled something else and stumbled across this little patch of absurdity? You were surfing Images for pics of Robert Plant and found this little gold mine here? You're another struggling hopeful novelist and you feel my pain? Maybe the exhaust pipe on your pickup truck is shot too?
I really want to know. And please let me know why you're a little bit Hick Chic yourself. By that, I mean HICK = "Yer not from around here" and CHIC = stylish, phosisticated, fashionable.
HAPPY BLOGIVERSARY TO MEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
And I'm insisting that everybody plays along today.
Please delurk and say hi. It'll mean the world to me. Seriously. Don't be shy. It's just a blog, not a grocery store or a bank or something, so you don't need to have any panic attacks. We're all friends here in a strange, never actually met kind of way, so EVERYBODY, SING ALONG!
HAPPY BLOGIVERSAREEEEEEEEEEE TO MEEEEEEEE, AND YOU, BECAUSE WITH OUT YOU I'M JUST TALKING TO MYSELF THROUGH MY COMPUTER AND I COULD JUST DO THAT IN MY HEAD AND NOT USE ANY ELECTRICITEEEEEEEEE
HAPPY BLOGIVERSARY, TO MEEEEEEEE!