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1000.

Amazingly, this is my 1000th post on thoughts from the deep recesses...

I can hardly believe I've done anything 1000 times... but especially this silly little blog.

I started this blog in March of 2005 - very reluctantly. I wasn't sure what I would ever post about... or even why I would bother... but I did it.

I only wrote two posts a month for the first two months... and then slowly my posts picked up speed.

Certainly, my posting has ebbed and flowed over the years.

Facebook gives blogging a run for it's money - and often things that I may have written about here became status updates instead... I prefer blog posts but realistically, find time for Facebook much more easily than I find time for blogging.

So there have been months when the blog has been neglected.

But it's still a big part of how I record life.

To keep with tradition, I'm going to do a Tuesday Ten of some of my favorite random blog posts over the years...
  1. Letter to my 16 year-old-self
  2. Growing Pains
  3. The Mystery Underwear
  4. Building Alters
  5. Thirty-Seven
  6. Here's What I Think
  7. Africa
  8. My Son
  9. A Favorite Flashback Friday
  10. Observations
And that only takes us to 2007...

And that's why I like blogging.

Thanks for sharing the journey with me.

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  1. I can't believe I have been reading your blog for at least half of that 1000! :) And I agree with you, my blog has taken a serious hit from Facebook - just not enough time to do both! I have been getting "called out" though so I need to get back on the horse. I have enjoyed getting to "know" you on your blog, my west coast twin! :)

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  2. I pretty much have been feeling the same way, Cathy. It's so easy to 'pop' into Facebook then commit to a half-hour it takes me to blog, etc. But, it's SO NICE to have the archives. Especially since I've pretty much retired from scrapbooking... glad to enjoy the journey with you (sort of). You're an inspiration to me- to live and seek a godly life and raise my kids in the way of the Lord. So, thank you for being here!

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