Do You Know What Today Is? It’s Our Blogiversary. Blogiversary.

The Yankee Chicken and I are proud to announce that it’s been nine years since we first took to the blogisphere. Like, if this were a sitcom, we’d force out a lame plot so we could look back at our favorite moments. Oh, hell, we don’t need a lame plot when I control this thing, right? Remember Sasquatch? And Chewboken? And that time Erica, Tonya and I snuck into Chick-Fil-A at NYU? And Aaron Boone’s home run? And when we almost burned down Eric and Liana’s wedding reception? And when Steph and I got to live it up in a luxury suite during the World Series? And when The Yankee Chicken went to Cooperstown and flipped off the bloody sock? Good times, man, good times.

I’d like to thank the diehard readers who stick by and live through my Yankee and Idol posts when either topic (or both) may disinterest you. I like thanking the people who I’ve never met for reading, because, really, you aren’t related to me/don’t see me all the time/don’t owe me anything. So, Hopbitters and Kat (and the others who don’t announce yourselves, but still read), you rock my world. I thank June, who I “met” in 2004 for sticking around and still blogging (privately) and High and Tight Mike for keeping up with the Yankees, because it seriously bums me out that so many (SO MANY. Sigh) really good bloggers drifted away from writing. I guess that happens when people have lives. But I digress. There are people I have met, like Beth and Ben and Yan and Katie and Alex who read, and of course there are my loyal friendly-types, like all the Yankee Vixens and the Hoboken Crew and Rana and Ken and Jamie and Tonya and Joe D, and of course family members who like to chime in every now and then on my doings (Hi, Uncle George!). Seriously, y’all make it worth while. Even the annual crazy comment I’ll get from a random reader. For real.

I don’t write as much as I want to now because of work and the book I’m working on – I mean, I posted something like 94 times in October 2004. NINETY-FOUR POSTS. 116 times in August 2004. ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN POSTS. I’ll admit that Facebook has kind of taken away a bit too because so many more people see my statuses there than read this blog, and it’s a lot quicker to fire off a passing sentence or two than to put a post together. But I won’t stop writing here – and if I get published, we’ll take it to a whole other level, because apparently YA writers have to do all their own self-promotion and how does one do that but by blogging (sidebar: Apparently, some publishers check out if a perspective author is into blogging, so they know the person will do their own promoting and save them money, so, like, score one for me there).

In all, it’s been an eventful nine years. I was TWENTY FOUR when I started this thing and back then I didn’t even have season tickets, didn’t own a digital camera or a DVR, hadn’t seen the Pacific or Europe, didn’t live in Hudson County, didn’t know a bunch of people I now call friends, and sure as eff didn’t believe this blog was going to last for more than a week. Safe to say you’ve read about that and everything in between. Safe to say I’m grateful for it.