A year ago yesterday, I began my first blog.
Here is one of my favorite, straight-from-the-heart posts.
This made me laugh then and I still think it’s funny.
And I think of this post often.
Well, there you go. A little trip down memory lane. Now, come on over and I’ll serve you anniversary cake and Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. Bring balloons.

What an important day! Your one year blog anniversary is my 2 year wedding anniversary…Happy anniversary!
And, BTW, I love those posts-
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Thanks for the trip down memory lane. I read every one of them. 🙂
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Does anyone else remember the Flintstones episode when they sing a happy anniversary song to either Fred and Wilma or Barney and Betty? It’s one of those highly annoying yet catchy and deceptively memorable tunes.
I remember it.
And now I’ll have that song stuck in my head all day. As a tribute to Mel. 🙂
Such are the sacrifices we make for our blogging friends! Keep writing, you. You’re the best.
And as for the Ben and Jerry’s, I’d like some Phish Food please. Old style. Thanks!
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Happy Anniversary! Thank you for sharing your life and making us laugh!! You’re terrific. Have a great day.
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Happy Anniversary!
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Happy, Happy, HAPPY anniversary, Mel!! I read every day…you’re one of my favorites. You make me laugh, you make me cry, and most importantly, you make me think. Keep it up.
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Congratulations on your anniversary. Your blog is a must read for me every evening. It’s one of the best.
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Happy Anniversary! A whole already? That went fast.
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Happy Anniversary! (And guess what…today is my journal anniversary…I guess I should write about that.)
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Thanks for the walk down memory lane today I enjoyed it thoroughly.
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i loved your post about being the mother of boys. i too, thought that i would be a great mother. i thought i would embrace the chaos that children create. i thought i would be laid back and fun. man, was i deluded. i only have the ONE boy, and still my house looks like a tornado just ripped through it. all his pants have holes in them. everything has grass stains on it. i try not to have people in my house because it is never clean, because cleaning is a work in progress. as soon as i clean one room, my son messes it again.
i dont feel so alone now 😀
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