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I know I don’t say it enough. Let’s be honest. Who does, really?

I am thankful for you.

You who listen to me drone on and on and on about NO SLEEP and BABY and WHY ME.

You who subscribe to my blog – I get so, so excited whenever I see an email saying someone has subscribed. It doesn’t happen all the time but when it does?

Happy face!

You who comment…even though I rarely comment back. I read all of them. I comment to all of you in my brain, each and every time. And then Kellan needs something or I forgot I was supposed to be doing something or I start thinking about something and completely forget what I was doing previously. All excuses, really, and pretty poor ones at that. I will try to be better. Just know I love your comments and they are never unnoticed or unappreciated. EVER.

I used to be so crazy about blog stats – like obsessive crazy – to the point I would check them all the time, hourly…by the minute if I thought I had posted something extraordinarily fantastic. I told myself I had to stop caring.

Having a baby will make it happen.

It’s not that I don’t care about YOU WHO READ. It’s that I no longer care if I have more people read than yesterday or if my stat graph starts to look super sad and low. If you come to read, you are awesome. If you don’t, I’m ok with that, too. I know I’m not always super interesting. I think I’m pretty boring, actually, so I’m impressed you’ve hung on this long.

Impressed…and grateful.

For some reason, just writing words without people reading them does not have the same cathartic effect as writing them and you reading. YOU reading is what makes the difference. I’m not sure why. However, if you stopped reading, I would want to stop writing…in a way…and that would be sad, right?

Some of you are actual, in real life friends. Some are bloggy friends. Some of you I don’t even know and have no idea you’re reading in the first place. Some of you may come and go…I have no idea.

Point is, I am happy you are here. I am grateful you come to my little corner of obscurity. I am glad you share a little bit of our life with us.

Thank you.

I’ve set aside a nice chunk of my advertising revenue each month for giveaways, like a KitchenAid mixer. I like buying them for the audience, because without the audience I wouldn’t have the blog or the revenue in the first place. Ree Drummond

(and for the record, I make zero dollars from this blog, so I can’t give away a KitchenAid mixer, though I wish I did and could…maybe one day…)

(also for the record, Ree Drummond – aka The Pioneer Woman - is all sorts of awesome. I’d like her to teach me how to cook…just sayin)

the asshole inside my head

Have you updated your reader, yet? Here’s the feedburner RSS address:  http://feeds.feedburner.com/booshy2

If not…you’re reading this…which will require an extra click to hear the latest rendition from Babs, my conscious.

decorating takes 9 hours? the hell?

Ummm….so I’m totally getting agitated at the WEBSITE CREATOR PEOPLE.

I wrote this today.

But did YOU KNOW?

No. Why?

The slow Website Creator People.

Are you reading, Website Creator People? Yes? Well, this is for you:

REDIRECT = AWESOME

REDIRECT NOW = EVEN  MORE AWESOME

REDIRECT SO EVERYONE GETS UPDATES = THE MOST AWESOME.

PS: Please do not blow up the new booshy…that probably wouldn’t be very nice of you…

i’m all bitchy

I’m still working with the *website creator people* to get THIS over to THAT.

THIS being what you’re reading…THAT being the new booshy site.

It’s probably kind of my fault?

you should be here, already. like, now.

What happened today? Well, today I was retarded.

And today you should be visiting booshy’s new home. Yay!

the secret is out! finally!

The secret that I’ve been keeping from you for…EVER…is HERE.

So, STOP READING.

NOW.

And go HERE.

Yay!

it’s *almost* bordering on my earlier threat to quit.

Reasons YOU need to get your ass in gear and send your thankfulness to me.

NOW.

(dearbooshy at hotmail dot com)

1. The deadline is Tuesday…I think we’ve procrastinated enough.

2. You probably need to remind yourself why you married him…or her.

3. It’s like free advertising…just without the super-massive-fifty-million-views-exposure…but we’re *almost* there (that just made me laugh…a sardonic, never-in-your-lifetime-keep-dreaming laugh)

4. There isn’t a test at the end…so think of it like major extra credit…or something…with chocolate.

5. A day of thankfulness would be really depressing without any well, thankfulness.  Which is completely circular and the result of such a catastrophe would probably send me on a downward spiral into crazyville, and I know you don’t want that on your conscience.

6. Babs just told me to shut the hell up all, “Don’t be a brat. You can’t force anyone to DO anything.” I simply reminded her that the reason she didn’t run off, “sayonara, asshole” was because of my super-stealth plan called Moxie.  Follow the logic? No? Let me help: you don’t want to be the recipient of my super-stealth plan.

7. It’s the right thing to do. 

8. You’ll need an escape for when you’ve reached the in-law/child/random uncle exposure maximum all, “I need to go meditate and remind myself why I didn’t just strangle you.”

9. It will probably make your bloggy-friends realize they need to stop being all whiny and mopey…or at least give them one day of, “Wow! I love everything…The trees! The thorny bushes!  The carpet fibers! The cat’s ass!”

10. You’d be the start of a tradition…and who doesn’t like to be able to say, “I STARTED THAT. I participated the FIRST DAMN TIME…I’ll bet you can’t say THAT. Exactly. I’m awesome.”

And we all like to be awesome.

Like the awesome people who have already sent their thankfulness.

At least they’ll be able to breathe easy come Thursday…

(and if you’re one of those few breathing easy…feel free to leave lots of chiding, guilt-inducing comments)

why i started this. why i keep going.

I’m not sure, exactly, what it is…but I’ll chalk it up to having a sentimental moment. Maybe I should keep those kinds of things to myself…and I usually do…but this one I felt I should share…

And if this is your first time reading my blog…I’m not usually like this. I’m actually overly sarcastic and brutally honest…like this. Or this. Or this. So, if you want a good cross-section of who I am…read those…skip this and come back tomorrow…just sayin. Oh, and sometimes I say fuck.

Of the blogs and comments I’ve read lately…there is only one sentence that I keep coming back to, over and over:

Holy shit…I had no idea.

I realize that a blog serves a special and unique purpose for every individual who takes a few moments each day to write…some an outlet…others information…and to a few, a place to go to heal.

Most of what I write comes across as sunshine and rainbows and happy go lucky dancing unicorns and fairies, even when I’m getting shitballs thrown at me. And in all honesty, that wasn’t why I started a blog.

What I mean is, I didn’t start a blog to talk about shitballs.

I started a blog just to see what would happen…to see who was out there and if anyone really gave a damn about what I had to say.

In the beginning…in the wee early stages of this blog…I began to think I was right…nobody gave a damn.

But…over the past few months, you have shown me that I was wrong. That the answer is yes, you do care…you care more than I ever, in my wildest dreams, thought possible. You give me purpose to what I do…all the way down to the days I sometimes agonize over what I’m writing all, “Is this good enough?”

I’ve also learned that I’ve given someone a chuckle on a bad day…or a tiny giggle when they thought the ability to laugh had left them long ago…a place to go for even a few moments separation from whatever hell they may currently be experiencing…or living.

Life never seems fair. We always want more…or think someone has it so much better…or feel like some people were just handed a pass to easy street.

And as I’ve been reading your stories…your life…your day-to-day struggles that may sometimes make you ask yourself, “Why do I continue to fight?”  I realize that I should be grateful. I should stop for a damn second…because I am in awe of you…of how you still stand tall even with the cards you were dealt…with what hurt or pain, frustration or heartache you live with EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

And you still manage to find the good…the small things to be thankful for.

It makes me feel ashamed to even THINK about complaining about tiny, little, minute irritations.

Because on top of all that, on top of reading all of your words where the raw emotion bleeds through…I never imagined my words…my “bitching”…would make someone halfway across the globe smile…or my all-out rant on mundane chores would let someone else know that they’re not alone in their frustrations…or to have someone tell me, “thank you…I needed that today.”

So I keep writing.

Because I never know who it will impact…or who may really need to hear that they are not the only person who wants to take a blow-torch to their kitchen.

But, I never knew how much of an influence you would have on my life.

It was something I didn’t see coming…how thankful you would make me feel for the life I have been blessed with…

And I am forever indebted to you for that.

i’m trying not to yell nonsensical things at you. that means i love you.

I’m really NOT ignoring you…and your incredible witty comments.

I love you like I LOVE candy corn. Actually, I love you more than candy corn. 

And that’s saying something…cause candy corn is like…I’d kill for candy corn.

Well, maybe not KILL…maybe just severely injure…

You know, I’m getting better at the whole twitter thing…so maybe we can talk better through the condensed-blog-on-speed?

No, let’s be honest: I’m just being lazy…and I’m trying to get all like, buff…so I’ve been preoccupied with my CRAVINGS…LIKE A DAMN CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIE. Lately, every time I try to type a response to you, it comes out all, “Exactly! Awesome…why didn’t you include a cookie in your comment? That’s like, a prerequisite….what the hell? WHERE’S MY COOKIE?”

So, instead of yelling nonsense at you, I wanted to start your Saturday off on a good note…

By telling you that you’re awesome.

Don’t you feel better already?

Me too! Now, let’s go ransack a bakery. The kind with lots of cookies.

Yes…moving forward…cause if I fixate on cookies anymore I’ll wind up totally out of control…stuffing my face…having the medics ripping raw cookie dough from my fingers all, YOU ARE GOING TO EXPLODE…

On a somewhat completely unrelated note…

Is this not THE MOST INCREDIBLE SUNRISE EVER?

 

 

Rivals the sunrise from a few weeks ago.

Actually, I think this one is WAY better.

It caused me to go into a mini state of panic. The kind where I run around like a franic, lost child and had you asked me my name, I would’ve answered “pretty. camera.”

Tim just looked at me and shook his head. He no longer freaks out when I do this…all the false alarms have numbed the brain cells that say: there-is-an-emergency-and-I-must-take-immediate-action.

Then he took one look out the window and was all, “HOLY SHIT! THE SKY’S ON FIRE! IT’S ON FIRE!!

I yelled back at him from the front door all, “I KNOW. Why else would I race outside in my pajamas?”

Tim: You do that all the time…

Me: Whatever. That’s not the point. The point is if I don’t HURRY it’s going to GO AWAY.

He starts following after me saying, “WANT ME TO TAKE THE PICTURE? You suck at taking pictures.”

I hand him the camera all, YOU AREN’T GOING FAST ENOUGH. IT’S GOING TO GO AWAY…you KNOW how these things are…and I don’t suck. Taking pictures is just not one of the areas I’m talented in…now if you want to talk about something like being the most awesome wife in the history of…I don’t know…EVER…now…THERE’S something we can discuss…

Tim: You’re totally ruining the sunrise.

a theme? that’s like asking me to color inside the lines.

I had no “plan” when I started blogging…other than to write stuff and hope people would read it.

Mission accomplished…I think.

I still need more readers though…I will never have enough purses or enough readers. There will always be another one that just…calls my name.

Anyway, someone left me a comment yesterday all, “I still have no idea what your blog is supposed to about…”

Well, guess what?

Me either.

As much as I enjoy making lists and checking off ”to-do” items…there are certain pieces of my life that will always be unplanned and unscripted. Parts that are totally arbitrary and random and have people shaking their heads all, What in the hell…? She’s…she’s special, that one.

I like it that way. It takes the stress off having to fit and conform into an uncomfortable mold…I was typecast in school…all the way through college.

And I HATED it.

The REAL ME was not who everyone thought I was. To them, I was the quiet, nice girl who never did anything crazy or spoke out-of-turn. Now, part of that was my fault…but I’ve since broken free and let who I truly am come out…and it has made me SO MUCH HAPPIER.

My point…yes, I do have one…is that I don’t plan what I blog…the things I write about…that’s the randomness in my life that just…happens.

BUT that comment made me think about you, my dear readers…yes, you.

And that alone should totally make you feel pretty damn important.

Anyhow, I know we’re all creatures of habit and we like certain things in just such a way. We all look forward to stuff…like the weekend or Taco Tuesday or the yearly trip to the beach or mountains or whatever.

And you come here every day or every week never knowing what to expect – because, like I said, I’m totally random.

But we could do something about that…we could make something here a guaranteed constant. I did get feedback a little while ago about doing reviews on things…or restaurants…or girly items that are awesome…and then where you can go to find them.

Would you like that?

The Friday Review?

Or is the randomness the draw?…The attraction?

I’m cool, whichever way works just fine for me.

I’m just trying to give you a voice, here, people.

An opportunity to make a change.

So, now’s your time to ‘yea’ or ‘nay’ a day of non-randomness.

Well, the item will still be random…unless you give me something to review…or have super powers and can read my mind.

Oh, and it’s going to be called “bold finds”

Why “bold” finds?

Cause it’s the most awesome last name in the entire world.

I’ve got the husband to thank for that.

I told him he better be glad he had a last name I liked…cause I refused to marry a Smith or a Jones.

A sucky last name was a non-negotiable.