I had an entirely too long post planned for how my blog became, well, my blog, in honor of my blogging anniversary.
This Friday (June 14th), my blog turns nine and in honor of such a momentous occasion (cough cough), I was going to write from a prompt about how this became this.
Prompt- Tell us the story behind your blog
By the way, I know the date of the first post I ever wrote because it tells me so.
That’s the beauty of blogging or websiting (yes, I know that’s not a word)
When you have a blog, you have documented dates of when things happened.
I do love that whenever I want to find a well-loved recipe, I can just search my blog.
Or if I want to rearrange the furniture for the 10.50000th time, I can search family room or moving shit around in the search bar and see my home circa 2011 and go, oh man, what the fudgesicles was I thinking?
I have enjoyed writing on this blog so very much, only very briefly ever thinking of stopping over the past nine years.
Besides my husband and children, there really isn’t anything that I am more passionate about.
Giving so much time to this but never resenting the time that was given up.
It is the silent fourth love of my life.
So I had a post written using the above prompt and in said post, I had decided I was going to share a few comments from all of you from over the past nine years which made me smile and laugh.
But then it turned into a whole hell of a lot of comments that I loved and I was having so much fun copying parts of comments into a word document, that I didn’t want to stop.
On the day I was doing so, I cried in my closet for a solid ten minutes over nothing.
Menopause is really REALLY beating the crap out of me, guys.
But this little project made me laugh so hard, smile so much, and feel so good that I decided it must be a gift from God, the Universe, and my guardian angels.
A big unexpected gift from all of you.
I decided that rather than blubbering on and on about posts I had written over the past nine years, to share that gift with all of you as well.
So today, in honor of my blogging anniversary, YOU are the author.
You glorious, wonderful, hilarious, beautiful, loyal people.
Because let’s face it, you all are the real stars here.
Thank you so much for writing it for me.
I love you guys.
“You get excited about leggings with cats on them, I get excited about wooden trays.” <—- this made me lol because I got cat leggings for Christmas and I’m unreasonably excited about them
Your writing never fails to make me smile
Omg. We could live at each other’s homes
Kari, you are so funny! I can’t even type from all the laughing I’m doing
I think it’s fine that you gave Judd Nelson a rash- he seems like the rash type
I love the way you write though, so I think your personality shines through your posts anyway
You have such a unique way of evoking so many emotions in your writing and your reader
You know the review is going to be good when you use douche pickle to describe someone
Love it, and the way you can take these Netflix posts and make them about something that matters a whole lot more than Netflix
You know that I just read that last paragraph in Bubba’s voice from Forrest Gump
OK, Panty Butter (you know I will always have to think of you this way now, right?): I’ve been reading long before 2018, for which I want a prize
Can I just say– I friggen love you! The way you write is always so funny and relatable
Sending you love. It will get better
Hear hear! Let’s make shirts that say “mediocrity is underrated”
It makes me sad that I haven’t thought about nachos in a very long time
And it dawned on me – I need to pull Creepy Baby out of my underwear drawer and have her sit next to me when I write. So that’s my new plan
Go be brilliant with your screenplay. Some people won’t get it, and that’s OK
I have a major headache today but I can’t stop laughing…especially, “sorry about your dick, Emilio.”
These characters are becoming so much more real with each scene as their personalities shine through-I love each one of them
I love you. I love your blog. You are so freaking hilarious and honest. I am glad you’re not one of those “100 Ways to Rearrange Your Living Room” or “If You Don’t Do Exactly This to Get More Pinterest Followers, Then You Are Shit!” blogs
I love this. I love you and I hope to high heaven you never stop blogging because the world needs a little more Kari
I would have thought there would have been more questions about balls
I came to read your latest post after reading your comment on my book post and the title made me burst out laughing. And then douche pickle did it again
Yes, I googled “Molluscum Contagiosum Judd Nelson”. This page is the 5th result
You are COMPLETELY certifiable, which is why you are great. All the greats (think Robin Williams, Jim Carrey, the old actor scared of antique furniture…what was his name?)
DO NOT LET THIS SCREENPLAY GO AWAY
Technically, this was Indiana’s fault
And I needed to read this message today. Really, really needed. Thank you for being one of the ones who empower people with your words by writing them. Sending you love. (Because I don’t know how to send booze through the internets)
Gotta be careful about laughing too hard, otherwise, I’ll be farting too
Dammit, I was about 4 paragraphs into a comment and I hit some wrong key or something (and I was typing f-ing, not the actual F-word) when the screen flashed and the whole f-ing comment was gone
Also, no lie, this blog makes me feel good! I love reading your stuff, it’s always so damn good
I laughed out loud at the diarrhea
This may be my favorite post of anyone. ever. Thank you for totally making my day
You are not an asshole. You are just hungry
The fact that you can make a blog completely about yourself interesting to others is a testament to your voice. Your writing style is authentic, your posts are honest, and your blog is always hilarious and true to what you’re going through
Wait. You aren’t Oprah?
I just ate old marshmallows for dinner and I farted
Let’s get a box of wine and clog a potty!
Does Judd Nelson really have a rash? I’m like two seconds away from Googling this
So VERY many things we really should be sharing… especially the day drinking and sharting
You have a sick, sick mind. And I love it
Who is Cliff and what is he doing on your toilet?
And, your ass did look very good in those jeans. Just sayin’
I could read your blog posts over and over again — and sometimes do, when are you going to write a book, not kidding
I hate going to the store for just toilet paper because then people know that I’m out and have to go pee. Or the other thing
I love that you googled how to find out what you googled
I was probably experiencing a hot flash. Hence the bikini
I think I may be premenstrual, too. Although, when I read the title of your piece, I thought there was a big Alabama football game coming to town (in response to a post titled “14 Reasons I Can’t Blog While Awaiting the Crimson Tidal Wave”)
Guess what I’m going to be fooling around with tonight, thanks to you? No, not balls…with my blogger header
I must apologize for not noticing that your boobs did look amazing that day
I read “paint’s slutty sister” and then blew coffee through my nose
You have the most genuine readers. That’s pretty darn impressive
I swear I’m not just here for the pooping and farting, although it does make me feel more at home
Please, don’t be anyone but you when you grow up. You are pretty awesome
Thank you all for the best testimonial ever.
Here’s to another year.