And I want to thank you all for helping me brainstorm ways to celebrate hitting my 200th blog post. There were some really fun ideas out there, including the challenge of writing a post using exactly 200 words.....or....having My Boy become an artist and paint a poster board.....or...... hooking up with a cowb -er, what?! C-ing spots! You crazy gal, you! My mom reads my blog!
That just isn't possible during this damp, chilly, foggy, soggy, frosty, rainy (okay, okay, you get it) winter. Or, almost winter. Close enough.
So, how about a warm eggnog latte? Okay. This is really a gingerbread latte for you super sleuthy Starbucks detectives out there. Go with me here, I couldn't find a picture of the eggnog one.
And if I'm curled on the couch, I really need my faux fur throw. It's always cozy.
In a few short weeks, I'm taking a little bloggeration. Yep, I'm taking a little blogger-vacation. A break. A siesta. A catnap. A ponynap?
Nope, I won't spend the whole time drinking lattes and watching movies. All I want to do is work on the blog a bit, do some updates, mix and mingle, maybe change template or colors and all of that fun, yet time consuming blog stuff. I really want to devote some time to it and do it right this time, and not just in the evening when I get home from teaching the kiddos all day and I should be eating dinner or calling my grandma or watching the latest episode of Grey's Anatomy or cleaning my apartment. Which I really need to do, by the way.I won't be gone long! Maybe just a few days if I time it right. You won't even notice, you'll be too busy breaking in your new Christmas saddles, recycling wrapping paper, and scraping Aunt Sally's fruitcake into the compost. But seriously, I want to keep blogging because it has brought so much to my life, in more ways than I can even explain here. So just stick with me, and I promise that before I leave the air (the net? the web?) for a few days, I will let you know. I will most likely set the blog to private during my bloggeration so that you won't pop over and see the mess. It's kind of like when you're packing up your house for a move. You really don't want to throw a dinner party while everything is boxed up and and in disarray! And I promise to return with more stories and musings about my spotted boy and his eqiune family than ever!