The Big 5-0-0

Who knew it would ever get this far?

500 posts!!  We’ve been through a lot together.  From the tally of dead animals on the side (or middle) of the road, mainly dogs, to the agony of learning a new language, to the challenges of raising children in another culture, to the humour that is in friendships no matter the time/place/language/country.  I love life.  And I love sharing life with you.  Thank you for being a part of all this with me.

I asked for your assistance recently in compiling a list of favourites.  And, you came through!

The Great Happiness – the one about the Pee-Pee book

Neighbourhood Disco – a taste of my world when there is a wedding nearby.

Worm Pimples – from the information in my stats, it turns out I’m not the only one with this recurring bad dream.  I surmise that it’s just that I’m grossed out by puss.

Pearls of Wisdom – just one of the many possible examples of the differences between the XX’s and XY’s.

Rewriting History – sometimes it’s not what you say, but how you say  it.

Tea Charades – the story of the most disgusting tea ever and how The Mister dealt with it while I looked on in envy.

Under Pressure – my experiences with my new love, the pressure cooker.

Ode To My Gram – Grandmas are precious beings.  My grandma and I used to write letters regularly to one another through regular post.  This is my final letter to her; my goodbye.

Lola Cries for Sara – Lola’s heart became attached to the sacrificial lamb.

My all time favourite post was titled He’s My Only about the dream I had that The Mister took a 2nd wife.  Ironically, I had this dream before moving to the desert where polygamy is possible.  It’s my favourite because I can still feel those emotions with such acute rawness.  It’s like I just dreamed it last night.  Then there was the sequel where I beat out Wife #2 in her quest to make The Mister his most ever favourite cake in The Mister Got Married Again.

Thank you to all my faithful readers for being a part of these 5oo posts.  May the next 500 be as therapeutic – for me.   You, on the other hand, might be the one needing therapy.