Back in March, I reached my first milestone, 101 posts. It was a fantastic feeling, waxy buildup on teeth included. And now 6 months down the road, I'm at 2 & 3.
(Actually, I'm behind. These things happened last month but since I'm the only one who keeps track of this, I'll write about it when I damn well want to.)
Milestone #2
The Kiddo started Kindergarten! I couldn't be more proud of him if I wanted to.
There were no tears that day. When he greeted me at the end of the day, his exact words were, "I had so much fun, I forgot to miss you!"
I take a lot of pride in the statement. It is proof that I've done a hell of a great job raising this kid. So to all the assholes over the years who said I was going to raise a momma's boy/sissy/weakling, I can say, "Screw you." He's not the biggest kid in the class, but he's not the smallest. He's still deathly afraid of butterflies, but he's the most out-going. His penmanship is awful right now, but he amuses his teacher with his comical facial expressions and Italianesque hand gestures.
He'll be 6 in less than 2 months and he's doing great. So for all those who told me I couldn't raise a healthy child without a father, how do you words taste now?
Milestone #3
Happy Blogaversary to me. I've been here at My Daily Diatribes for over a year now. What started as a bad blind-date with an awkward handful of posts as I sought to find my voice, has turned into a full-blown love affair with the written word. Over the past year I have come to face some of the more comical aspects of life around me, faced some of my fears, bared my soul, sought support, and found strength in becoming me.
(Actually, I'm behind. These things happened last month but since I'm the only one who keeps track of this, I'll write about it when I damn well want to.)
Milestone #2
The Kiddo started Kindergarten! I couldn't be more proud of him if I wanted to.
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There were no tears that day. When he greeted me at the end of the day, his exact words were, "I had so much fun, I forgot to miss you!"
I take a lot of pride in the statement. It is proof that I've done a hell of a great job raising this kid. So to all the assholes over the years who said I was going to raise a momma's boy/sissy/weakling, I can say, "Screw you." He's not the biggest kid in the class, but he's not the smallest. He's still deathly afraid of butterflies, but he's the most out-going. His penmanship is awful right now, but he amuses his teacher with his comical facial expressions and Italianesque hand gestures.
He'll be 6 in less than 2 months and he's doing great. So for all those who told me I couldn't raise a healthy child without a father, how do you words taste now?
Milestone #3
Happy Blogaversary to me. I've been here at My Daily Diatribes for over a year now. What started as a bad blind-date with an awkward handful of posts as I sought to find my voice, has turned into a full-blown love affair with the written word. Over the past year I have come to face some of the more comical aspects of life around me, faced some of my fears, bared my soul, sought support, and found strength in becoming me.
- Thank you so much for all the wonderful people who have encouraged me along the way.
- Thank you to the people I've met through Aunt Becky and The Band.
- Thank you to my business partner Amanda Abella, for giving me advice on how to stop whining and start making my writing my job.
- Thank you to Jenny Lawson who makes me laugh, cry, and feel better for being quirky, wonderful me.
- Thank you, my readers who come back time and time again to catch up on my ramblings and think I am the bees knees. I am STILL surprised that people read this stuff.
