Another Peek in the Rear View Mirror

A year ago, I looked back at my first year of blogging. It's amazing how much can happen in a short twelve months:

I lost some of my technotard cred, thanks to my Adopted BlogBrother.

I told tales on myself.

I coined a new phrase.

I put on my activist hat.

I let my Freudian slip hang out.

I biscuit blogged.

I went to my first big-time blogmeet and became and honorary Jawja Blown-Eyed Blodger.

My blessings increased.

A friend made a momentous decision.

My Adopted Blog Sistah tried to stage an intervention.

Tiger Boots and The Divine Miss Marilyn learned to live in harmony. Then they both fell for the same fickle feline.

The wait was finally over. And it wasn't worth it.

Tiger Boots got her freak on (and it was all my fault).

I lost a dear friend.

I wished, I looked back, and someone called security.

I produced evidence that Santarchy is rampant in Chicago.

I told more tales on myself.

I met the Schiznitzes at Fritz's.

I got the news no lady ever wants to hear.

I took a cluebat to an Agony Aunties head.

I ranted about bachelorette parties. Yick.

The Divine Miss Marilyn staked her claim on Giggolo Kitty!

I got marvelous news about The Princess Mom.

Tiger Boots got a new crush. See?

The Divine Miss Marilyn shows her ruthless side.

I lost another dear friend.

I took another spin down Memory Lane.

I got sentimental.

I took on the Hilton.

I birthed my first blogchild.

I was naughty (and I paid for it).

Then the Hilton really pissed me off.

Apparently, someone at Hilton was paying attention.

Buckaroo Bonsai and I took separate paths.

I went to the Blown-Eyed blowout in Austin, TX.

Two of my favorite females met for the first time.

That moron Brian Kelleher pissed me off again.

The Hilton fight got even uglier.

I was revealed as an instigator.

So, of course, I fired right back at Hilton. (Note to self: It's time to hold Hilton's feet to the fire again.)

I miss Tiger Boots.

The Divine Miss Marilyn tried out disguises.

Hmmm... Didn't Christina have me writing 1,000 words at about the same time last year?

Og corraled me into helping set up a Chicago Blogmeet. (I'm calling him this weekend. Final plans for Friday and Saturday to be annouced Monday.)

I lost another good friend, damn it, and paused to reflect on the lessons I learned from him.

I missed my dad.

I loved. I lost at love. I made some outstanding friends. The Lord called a couple of them home. I laughed. I cried. I ranted. I depended on the kindness of my family. I figured out how to get myself back up onto my own two feet again.

All in all, it was a very good year.
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