In Respone To Your Replies...Or Something Like That.

So this is the first time I've done this, though it probably won't be the last.

Oh who knows, I can't be sure. It might be. I'm not really one to get on a "kick" and do anything over and over out of repetition (i.e. health-kick, cleaning-kick, health food-kick, etc.)

But when I started my blog back up a the first of the year I really thought about how important it is to make friends on this blog. I mean, I need friends. You need friends. All God's children need friends. And its not like we're going to be having sleepovers or anything - but if we can get to know each other just a touch, celebrate anniversaries, cry over kiddos, share excitement over The Bachelor, then maybe writing this blog while my kids wrestle on my head and wipe boogers on my screen won't be in complete vain. Don'tchathink?

So although I didn't reply to every single person please don't be mad at me. First of all, I can't stand for people to be mad at me; I completely and totally obsess over things like that until I start to question myself and why my parents raised me like they did. But secondly....oh wait, there aren't two things to say there - just the one. Which was, "don't be mad at me."

So here we go. Here are just a few things I would say to each of you if you were, say, standing two people in front of me at the Post Office:

Dana and Vicki, thank you for missing me. Thanks for leaving a comment several days ago and welcoming me back to bloggytown, it was (as always) good to hear from you. And Marlene you said that you were very close to finding out my zip code and coming down here to find me and I don't doubt it. I would do the same for you!

Now, imagine I was getting groceries in the express aisle and I noticed that you had more than 10 items in your cart. Would I say something? Not if you were...Amy, who may be the only person in the world who really loves my Bachelor recaps and that is enough for me. So thanks, Amy, for getting a kick out of my Bachelor theatrics. They are just for you! And Brad.

Let's imagine I'm driving down the road and I pull up to a red light next to the Anonymous commenter who asked who The AG was. I would roll down my window, look you straight in the eye and say, "Who is the AG? Who is the AG? You don't know who the AG is? Where have you been girlfriend? He is just the most attractive, strong, disciplined, funny, brilliant man you'll ever meet. And I was lucky enough to marry him. What's that? You want to know why I call him the AG? Oh, well, it stands for Attorney General because he is an attorney and he is a man of very strong discipline. I am not an attorney and I don't have a disciplined bone in my body. And yet we go together like Oreo's and milk." (Guess who's the Oreo's?)

Pretend I'm shopping at Barnes and Noble and suddenly I bump right into.....alllllll of you who wrote to tell how moved you were at what the AG had given me for Christmas. This was special for me because so many of you have been readers of my blog for some time and so you know all about Elisha. It did my heart good to know that you were just as happy for me as I was. It was good to hear from Givinya DeElba who has been reading my blog since God was a boy and was just thrilled for me! To adorable Genie Marie who it was good to hear from. To sweet, precious Sissy who has been an encouragement to me through miscarriages and adoptions and who very soon (God willing) will receive the same kind of encouragement from me when she brings a little one home. And Tennessee Maria, who would be a friend of mine but she has lost so much weight that I'm considering banning her....unless she shares her secrets. You look great! Email me some tips.

And of course if I went to Sonic for a Route 44 Diet Dr. Pepper with Vanilla in it and I pulled up next to Rachel I would say, "Rachel, why do you only want my curling iron if it comes with burnt skin attached to it? Because some would say that is kind of sick and stalkeresque...but I would say it is freakin' awesome!! So thanks, Rachel." And then I would wave bye to her, roll up my window, lock my doors and whisper a silent prayer of thanks to God because I have asked him for yeeeeeaaarrrs for a stalker.

And last but not least, if I ever find myself at Chik-fil-A with these women I might - I repeat, might - give them one of my nuggets because they shared such great soup recipes with me:

• Kim Neely who gave me a recipe with cabbage in it and I still love her.
• Marlyn Erskine. Marlyn, you had me at "bacon."
• Kat Beyer who gave me two recipes. Please go look at all of the craftiness that Kat has and then question how not one single atom of it found its way into my body. (Kat, I want a play house like the one you made your niece. Badly.)
• Paula Manley, who is an old college friend and still reads my blog. Which just goes to prove that I wasn't the obnoxious blonde in college that my husband leads me to believe I was. Was I, Paula?
• My Tennessee lovelies, Debbie Hobgood and Ashley Jones.
• And those of you who suggested that I simply check out The Pioneer Woman. Which I did. Love. It. Thank you!!

So there are some of my thoughts to a few of my friends, old ones and new ones. Thank you, my lovelies, for sharing life with me on this blog. If I do ever bump into you, I promise you can have a nugget. And that's saying a lot!