From Inmates To Playdates went live in November, 2008. With a limited knowledge of HTML (which is code for crazy computer language – so really it should be called CCL) and a flair for the dramatic, I had hoped that I’d be able to make a go of this bloggy thing. With a little bit of luck I thought that I might have a handful of readers who would stop in here every few days for a daily (or every three days) dose of crazy.
As luck would have it, I did get the handful of readers.
And then another handful.
And finally, another handful.
And that first handful started leaving sporadic comments.
I’m not real sure when or how it happened, but somewhere between the giveaways, the reviews and the blog carnivals, y’all showed up here. Who would have thought that this boring stay-at-home-mom (who rarely stays at home) from West Virginia (who uses way too many commas) could write anything that would motivate people to read my daily ramblings, because let’s face it, there are at least two of you out there who think that every West Virginian woman is barefoot, pregnant and toothless in the kitchen.
Or on the porch.
[And you might as well go ahead and include run-on sentences to that list, too!]
But alas, that is not the case.
I mean, I AM a head case. But I am not a barefoot, pregnant, toothless head-case.
Because if I were pregnant (who cares about those other two?), I’d be over in the corner somewhere rocking back and forth, wondering how long my mental stability would stick around now that I was facing deployment and pregnancy. BUT JUST TO BE CLEAR, I AM NOT PREGNANT.
Late Friday evening (and after I cleared the specifics with The Pentagon) I wrote the post about the impending deployment.
It wasn’t long after hitting publish on that post that I began receiving comments and e-mails and Facebook messages and phone calls letting me know that you all – my loyal blog fans (LBF’s for short) – would commit to praying for my family as we prepare for this time of separation.
*Excuse me while I wipe tears.*
And as I sit here pecking out words on this screen, I cannot begin to tell you how much I appreciate every single message you all left for us. And I know McDaddy does too! I read each one with tear-filled eyes and mascara running down my face because I was doing the ugly cry.
So, thank you from the bottom of my heart for loving on us and leaving such beautiful words of comfort, encouragement, and concern. You will never know how much it means to us here at the McResidence.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
And another thank you for anyone I might have missed.
It’s going to be a long, several months, but fear not! I will be here every step of the way documenting as much as the journey as I am permitted by law and the Department of Defense.
Folks, the crazy is about to get crazier.
And me and my flair for the dramatic would love it if you’d come along for the ride.