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Countdown To the Apocalypse

Ok, not really...just to blog post number 300. This is ... drumroll ... 298!! Though if you count the first blog I had before this one ... I hit 300 a long time ago. Remember the old Amazing Grace blog? That was my first one ... and when I talk about my 'blogiversary' ... that is the date I consider. I moved to this site because I had a sudden paranoid moment where I feared that people from my church would take what I blogged about and use it for less than saintly endeavors. Such is life.

Besides, sometimes it sucks having to censor yourself for people who know you and would be shocked at some of your secret thoughts. Even thought I'm publishing these thoughts for all the world to see ... there are some thoughts I wouldn't want people I know to know that I have. You know what I mean?

It's been an exciting couple of days at work. One of my main machines broke down and I've had to call the dayshifter in to help me ... twice. It's been a learning experience. Mostly for me, but for her too since we had to call our boss in to make us a new template.

I'm going to miss church again this week. :( Life sucks. Maybe I'll get there next week. Hey, it's worth hoping.

Comments

Jean-Luc Picard said…
Look forward to reading the Big 300 Post!
BreadBox said…
Congratulations on the soon-to-be 300th post! My advice is to make it as mundane as possible, to get it out of the way, so that you don't have to worry about making it stupendous or anything!

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