Simply Celebrating!

According to my blogger homepage, this is my 200th post.

I’ll let you in on a little secret: I was watching it approach, and I specifically manipulated this post to fall on a Thursday because this little blog of mine is this week’s simple pleasure.

It seemed only appropriate to share it at my favorite blog party since I celebrated my  100th Post at the very First Simple Pleasures Party back on July 21st. 

I brought my sister.

We fed cows.

Yet, you have graciously let me come back nearly every week since then even though my simple pleasures are always a bit long on the verbal and short on the visual. Thanks.

I’m not even rightly sure why I blog. I have no peculiar gift to share with the world. I’m a marginal cook and a big box decorator. My crafting ability is limited to Gorilla Glue and Mod Podge, and if you’ve ever stopped by on a Wednesday, you know that around here, it takes a village to set a table.

And yet on the day after Christmas in 2009,

I felt the need to get up and start blogging.

About nothing.

Or maybe, it’s about everything.

Becase on two hundred days since then, God has taught me that life isn’t nearly as much about the wow as it is about the now. Maybe that’s my one peculiar calling, to yak out the ordinary.

In Bible-speak, I’m one holding up the  “Behold!” sign.

And for reasons which boggle the mind, some of you actually stick around to listen.  And though I thank you all, and a I truly do, I hope you'll indulge me for a few words directed at a those without whom this simple pleasure of mine would be impossible.  You see, while most people have families, I have a cast of characters.  I dwell among blog fodder.

Like the Duchess, who gets all the blame for raising me.

And The Sister, who by the way is still 50… and I’m still not.

 And her two daughters, The Newlywed Niece and the Professional Princess.

And my own daughters, The Practical One and Miss Whimsy, whom I love and in whom I am well pleased.   They had the courage to fly from the nest (oh please don’t fly too far…) and leave this Mama Bird in need of a hobby.  And so, I blog.

And the Man of the House, who is the only family member who has never read here. He gets all the yakking he can stand in the flesh, and besides... I don’t want to give him the big head.

I thank them all.

But mostly, I just thank my God who hands out gifts as He sees fit.

Who saw fit to give me the gift of gab.

Who meets me in the narrow places and taps me on the shoulder to point out the funny stuff.

And gives me the words upon my wheels.

Blogging is this week's simple pleasure.

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Sharing this with friends gathered at

A Collection of This and That

for the Simple Pleasures party.