Anniversaries and Tags

Well... This speaks VOLUMES about me.

I missed something. I forgot something. I let something slide by without even a thought.

I just had an anniversary. No, not the wedding kind. The blogging kind.

One year of blogging has come and gone.

I was hoping to make it to 100 posts in one year, but that was just a bit too ambitious for me.

So I ask myself, "Self, what has one year of blogging has taught you."

* Blogging is addictive.

* If you blog, you will become a stalker of other blogs.

* Stalking other blogs is a great way to find really funny and nice people.

* Blogging makes you put off things like showering and getting dressed and returning phone calls and doing housework and I could go on and on and on.

* Blogging gives you one more excuse to NOT catch up on your scrapbooking. Kinda feels redundant.

* Blogging is cathartic. Big word! I like "getting things off my chest" without actually having to bother a real human being.

Oh yeah... the overdue tag....

My friend Jill "tagged" me in her blog. About a year ago. Well, not that long ago. But, I have been sooo busy chatting with her on Facebook...

that's a whole 'nother problem, people...

that I haven't read her blog in a while. Her little girl has been sick, and she's been keeping me up to date on that.

Anywho, she did tag me, and here it goes.

You apparently take the 4th picture from your 4th album on your computer, post it, and explain it to the bloggy world.

OK, Jill. Well. It's kinda weird.



Told ya it was weird. It's a little monkey. At the Atlanta Zoo. From 2006.
We were in Atlanta visiting my brother and April, and we all went to the zoo. Dan was home from Iraq on his two week R&R.

This cute little guy -from what I can remember- was just hanging out by the glass watching us. He let us take lots of pictures, and he was so playful.

I love monkeys. Always have. Strange, I know. I even envy the researchers who get to go out into their natural habitats and study them. What a cool job. That is, until one of those giant snakes that live there crawled by me. Or, until one of those precious monkeys decided to hurl some poopie at me. I hear they do that. Research time over.

I suppose I'll just stick to the zoo.