I hate when people say that they are slacking at blogging. I guess I shouldn't say that I hate when other people say it, but I would never say it because I wouldn't want to assume that anyone cared. So I won't say it. But I do feel bad for never acknowledging or responding to comments.
To show that I am sorry, instead of just saying it, I am going to pick out a few recent commenters and acknowledge them.
Lucy/Marion and Misha-sha-sha...
I am so excited that you were brave enough to leave a comment! I am such a blog stalker and I never leave comments. Hurray for new cyberspace friends!
I feel bad that you don't have a blog that I can leave return comments on. You should get one. I've been wondering lately the story behind you changing your name. Growing up I was told not to mention it. Or maybe I just had good manners. But I feel like I know you well enough to ask now. I think we are enough alike to know that you don't mind talking about yourself. I don't think you have lots of secrets. So let's hear it.
(Do you think I look like my Aunt Elaine? She is my doppleganger. What do you think?)
(These are her pretty daughters. The one on the right is my new best friend Sarah. If she wasn't so old we might have been best friends growing up too. Just kidding. When I was little they lived in Alaska and she was Miss Valdez and I was so excited to get her autograph. What a dork I was growing up.)
I'm sorry for tormenting you on my blog. I'm glad you can take it. See you soon.
I don't like your new job. You work a lot. I am used to being able to get ahold of you at the drop of a hat. I am taking you off as my emergency contact.
No, not really.
Between you and Patty they should be able to get ahold of one grandparent who lives over an hour away when I have an emergency. Maybe I should make friends closer to home.
I probably won't. I blame you for my social anxiety.
(You're still my hero...sorry mom. He was gone a lot growing up, it's only natural)
Marilyn, Jennie, Sarah...
Happy Late Birthday!
(And thanks for sending your friends over Jennie)(That is Marilyn on the end on my parents wedding day. She is an amazing photographer and is so nice to share ideas with me and to let me pick her brain. She helped me clean my room once when I was little. And I always think when I am cleaning of her telling me that "everything needs a place". So true. so true.
This is Sarah and her gorgeous SIL. You are gorgeous too Sarah. (We were roommates in college. She totally knows what Joey is going through. I wish she would come and clean my side of the room again.)
And this is Jennie...in Spain. Lucky. She even has kids. And she didn't take them. Double lucky.
I miss you. Sorry I am self centered and never call. Or tell you when I am in town.
(But don't pretend like you all don't drive through Richfield on your way to St. G without even stopping to say hello. I don't care. Just as long as you don't give me a hard time when I do the same.)
This is my sis and her fiance and their combined children. EEK!
I'm tired of this.
Sorry if I skipped you. Leave me a comment and I will reserve a special space for you in a my next post.
Here is what we have been doing a lot of:
(in case he makes me take it down before anyone sees, it is a picture of Joey at the gym)
disclaimer: I MADE Joey take his shirt off and let me take pictures while he worked out. There was no one else at the gym, so he let me. But then people started to slowly filter in and he was such a good sport. Thanks Joe. Lookin' good though, right?