happy anniversary to meeeeee: bear with me for some solipsistic meta-blogging

It was one year ago today that I started the Drunken Housewife blog, and I don't know about you, but my expectations have been exceeded. I've had more fun with it than I expected.

At first, I didn't tell anyone I'd started the blog -- not even the Sober Husband -- and I didn't give out the URL. I wanted to build up a respectable enough body of posts before I asked anyone to read it. After a while, I gave the URL to some friends. Then people started reading it who came across it by chance. I think the first person to write a comment who didn't actually know me was the Freewheeling Spirit. I assumed he was a woman, a fellow mommy, heh. Indeed, probably the biggest surprise was that the most enthusiastic followers of the blog have been men. Although I didn't set out to write "a mommy blog", I figured that since I am a stay-at-home mother at present, whatever I had to say would primarily appeal to other mommies, but that was not the case.

One of the highlights of the year was when Iris's "I am a rockstar and I pee everywhere with my penis" lyrics were picked up by the Daily Kos and Wonkette (via the Freewheeling Spirit) the day after the last elections. I loved the fact that across the country, so many politicians and their hacks were reading the major political sites for analysis and were brutally accosted with the rock and roll gospel of my seven year-old diva.

I've had a lot of fun with the readers who write comments. Thank you to each and everyone of you --- even the one who flamed me (only one flame in a year!) and the one who posted the signs of binge drinking.

Thanks also to everyone who has posted a link to my blog on their site. Everytime I run across someone's recomendation of this blog as a decent way to pass a few minutes as we all march towards the grave, you bring a smile to the aging visage of a middle-aged sot.

Our esteemed Celebrity Guest Judge, Hughman, and I are close to making some awards for the photo contest. The problem is that we have a number of fabulous entries, and we aren't agreeing upon a clear winner or even two clear winners. (Also, to be honest, it's been a rough few days and yer old Drunken Housewife has had offline life issues to contend with, not to mention that I'm on level 67 on Pirate Poppers). We'll be sharing some photos and announcing some winners soon.

And in closing, a major shout-out of love, ah glorious love, to the patient Sober Husband, who, although not exactly a devoted fan of the blog, has never complained about anything I've written about him here and who has, upon occasion, devoted quite a bit of time to writing entries when I've inveigled him into answering reader's questions. He's brilliant, he's handsome, and he has a sense of humor, not to mention that he is fascinatingly eccentric. He has held my interest for a decade, which is more than anyone else has ever done. (So stay tuned for another year of me complaining about his lofty intellectual antics).