Well ladies and gentlemen, I’ll say this.

There comes a time when you just gotta sit down and ponder the achievement of a milestone.

Right after that, you gotta dispense with the sentimental hogwash and move on.

For what it’s worth, I composed this particular dispatch back on the 13th when Junior turned 25.  I’m pretty sure I wrote the same sentiment on the birthday card I hastily purchased in a convenience store at the last minute before sending it and a partially used scratch off lottery ticket and a long distance calling card to the abandoned Blockbuster Video store where he’s been squatting for the last few months.

But enough about the older installment of my reproductive efforts.  Let’s talk about my beloved website in which I stand as the Blogger Laureate.

It’s Saturday morning ladies and gentlemen.  That means I’m in the blue walled bloggery curating my website in a number of different ways.  Faith the TharpSter TreadMill has already been in here demanding her unfair share of the requisite Everything Bagel slathered (lovingly, I might add) with cream cheese.  She’s returned to her morning slumber, but will be back within the hour to remind me of an obligation to take her out for a walk.

In the meantime, I sit here going through a list of 80 something entries which lost their categorization a few years ago when a technical issue wreaked havoc on my creative efforts.  The posts were restored, however not all of them got their original tags and categories back.  I’ve only ramped up my efforts in recent months to re-assign categories to them.

Okay Faith just walked in and is starting to realize that I’m here and not at work.  I’m avoiding eye contact for now, in hopes that she’ll think she’s imagining things.

But why do you care what I did a few weeks ago on a Saturday morning?  If you’re reading this on the day it posted, it’s July 21, 2019.  It’s the ten year anniversary of the first post which made its way out of my Big Chief Tablet and on to the internet for public consumption.  

In the time since, I’ve published over 700 entries which I can only hope will be used in the following manner in the years to come:

• Evidence at the hearing which will determine my competence.
• Wokescolding.
• I’m hoping those who survive me who were left in the Will, out of the Will, or were never in there in the first place will read selected entries from this site at my funeral in order to justify their status as it applies to the aforementioned document.

Okay, this is getting boring. 

I just can’t sit here and offer up a bunch of self-aggrandizement over a hobby, so I’ll just say this about that.

My website has been up and running for ten years now.

I’ve read many of my posts in recent months while recategorizing them, and at points I either shamed myself for posting such crap, patted myself on the back for being profound, or giggled uncontrollably at some of the jokes I’ve cracked. I’m glad I’ve kept at it this long and I will continue to do so as long as it keeps my interest.

Now if you’ll excuse me, the TharpSter TreadMill has gotten a clue and wants to put me in tow.