It’s sorta weird

CheriGENERAL

For several months now when my mind drifts to the many things it likes to think about when it doesn’t have anything specific to think about — I seem to have these recurring thoughts.  Thoughts about this blog.
Not really about the blog itself — but about you, my readers, my invisible friends, the people who learn more and more about me and my family all the time — and I have no idea who you are!  


Ok, so I know several of you. And I’m related to some of you.  And I’m actually real-life friends with many of you.  However, there are still many people reading this blog that I’ve never met, living in cities I’ve never been to.


Sometimes when I think about my blog friends (you, my readers) that I don’t know, I’m astonished, amazed, and curious as to what is so interesting that brings between 40 and 70 of you back to this crazy blog day after day.  Don’t get me wrong — I love that you are out there reading.


Knowing that you come back to read day after day makes me want to give you something like other blog writers do — like a camera — or cookware — or an all expenses paid visit to my ranch, er, uh, Cottage.


For cryin’ out loud — you’ve met our kids


and their significant others (where applicable)

You know some of things we like to do . . . and read.

You know how we spend Easter weekend . . .



and that we have weird kids

who have fun with their (weird) friends

and are proud of their weirdness.



You’ve endured our vacation pictures

and my tears



and celebrations.

I guess what I want to say is

Thank you.

Thanks for coming back over and over again
and sticking with me through it all

If I’ve never met you, know that I would like to.
and that if I had the cash — I’d have give-aways
because by gum, you deserve them!