ta-da.

I was really stumped about what to write about for my monumental 100th post. For the last few days I have come up with a few ideas and started a few drafts, but nothing seemed to live up to the magic I envisioned for the occasion.

Until I opened my email this morning and found this:

Hi, this is your sister, Michele!

And after the very appropriate exclamation point there was a whole bunch of information about her family and questions about mine and then a phone number for me to call her and then this:

LOVE, Michele

Okay, so you're thinking {big whoop, your sister sent you an email}. Well big-whoop to you, too because I haven't talked to either of my TWO sisters since my father's funeral a long. time. ago. Not because I was mad or anything, but because dad was the sticky goo that held the three of us together. They have a different mom and I live in a different state and I just sort of went home and put that whole part of my life away in a box with a photo and a card and shoved it "under the bed".

But this wonderful internet has brought us together again and she has been looking for me {quote unquote} and did you see that she wrote love in capitals???? She has missed me.

And so Christmas comes early for me. Because I couldn't have dreamed up a better thing to happen to me right now than re-connecting with the only two people in the whole green earth that understand what I feel about my dad.


In other news, I have a new header and blog layout thanks to JG. He was ever so patient with me last night as I looked through fonts and photos and hemmed n' hawed over colors and such. And I couldn't be happier with the final product. Except maybe if it were dipped in chocolate.

As for the content of my blog, I don't see any point to changing things or taking a new path as far as writing is concerned. Here's to hoping the next one hundred posts are riddled with the words frig and wonky.

Thanks for sticking with me.