Whoop-de-do! 'Tis my 100th post!

Is it not a grand occasion? 

I'VE WRITTEN 100 POSTS!  Me.  Little old me.

It's like... 

"Too bad to be true."

A-hem.  Where did you come from?

"Oh, nowhere special.  Just that insignificant part of your brain that takes care of all the saucy comments and smart-alecky remarks.  That's all."

Well, what do you want to be a wet blanket for?  If you're a part of my brain then this is as much your success as mine.

"Of course.  But it is my duty as the smart aleck to say smart-alecky things.  So that's what I'm doing."

Fine.  Whatever. 

As I was saying, this is my 100th post and I feel like that is worth celebrating.  So...

"Now it's my turn to say something.  You never let me get a word in edgewise."

Excuse me?  You're always talking.  It's like blab, blab, blab all day long. 

"I resent that remark."

Do you deny it?

"No.  I just resent it."

Well, I gotta hand it to you, you're quick on the draw when it comes to quoting movies.

"Of course.  That's one of my best things.  (You see.  I am good for something.)"

(I never said you weren't.)  Now.  As I was saying...

"Interrupting is another thing I do really well."

I've noticed.  

 

"It's a talent of mine, I guess."

 

'Hem.  To get back to my original train of thought...

"Choo-choo-choo.  Train ran off the tracks.  Too bad.  Very sad.  (You know?  I've actually got lots of hidden talents.)"

Well, hurrah for you!  I must say, though, the interrupting one is not so very hidden.

"Oh no.  That one isn't.  That's one I like to share with the world.  Because some talents, you know, are just too good to be kept to oneself. " 

Really. 

"Yes!  But to get back to what I was saying.  I think it's about time you let me do more talking around here.  A person starts to feel very slighted when they're not allowed to have their fair share in the conversation.  You know that, don't you?" 

Honestly.  I'd say you've had more than your fair share of talking on this blog.

"You would say that, of course.  But your opinion can hardly be called an unbiased one."

Well, then.  I appeal to my readers.  Dear readers, hasn't my sarcastic, smart-alecky voice been heard quite often enough on this blog?  I mean, there have already been several posts where he's made an appearance such as he is making right now, and on top of that I have a feeling he makes a subtle appearance in pretty nearly every post I write.  Isn't that so?  (And don't ask me why I'm referring to my sarcastic voice as a "he".  It just fits somehow.)

"You can't appeal to your readers.  That's not fair.  Besides, by this point they're probably wondering what in the world we're even talking about."

Of course they are!  Because my posts never make sense when you show up.

"Haha!  Yes, indeed.  And proud of it I am.  Not making sense is another of my hidden talents."

Oh good grief.  Can I PLEASE get on to the point of this post?

"Yes.  Please do.  I was waiting for you to stop fooling around and get to that."

*Sigh*  

 

I don't think anyone even cares to hear after all of this rigmarole, but here we go.

Friends!  Fellows!  Countrymen!

 

This is my 100th post!!  My ONE HUNDREDTH post!!!

"And this is like the 100th time you've said that."  *prolonged sigh of boredom*

(I see you also like to exaggerate.  However, I'll ignore that remark.)  

 

In order to celebrate this grand event, I've been thinking over what I could do to make this post more special than the norm.  

 

*drum roll*

*accelerated drum roll*
 

*drum roll abruptly dies down*
 

Unfortunately I couldn't  think of anything.

"So.  We may go home now?"

(Shhh.  No.  Not yet.) 

As I said, I couldn't think of anything particularly special, but then I got the idea to include some links to a couple of my early posts.  And that seemed like a good enough idea. Celebrating a noteworthy post by reminiscing over old ones?  Why not?  

So that, my dear friends, is what I'm going to do.  For those of you who have been reading my blog since the beginning, naturally these won't be new to you...

"So you may all go home.  (Lucky people.)"

(Ahem.)  

 

However, you might enjoy reading them all the same, so feel free to do so.  (Or just skip 'em.  That's fine, too.)

"I like to skip!"

For those of you who are newer to my blog, well, I hope you may find something here to amuse or interest you. 

 

"Of course if you enjoy skipping, I'd be most happy to have you join me."

(A-HEM.)
 

So without further ado...here are the posts.



Why I Would Never be Chosen to be the Heroine in a Romance Novel

 

A post in which I prattle on about romantic stereotypes.  

"Prattling on being the perfect word for it."

 

 

In which I relate to you how certain movies make me feel. (Because I'm sure you were all dying to know.)

I had fun with this post because talking about movies--and what I think of them--is one of my favorite topics.  

"This is very true.  And believe me, she WILL talk on that subject--long and thoroughly--whether you like it or not."

 

 

Living in a world where "Love Comes Softly" ~ What to expect (and a bit of friendly advice)

This is one of my favorite posts because... 

"Let me tell!  Let me tell!  It's a favorite because she thinks she really was quite witty in this one."  
You are so very complimentary today.
"I know it.  That's another of my..."
Don't tell me.  Another of your hidden talents.  *groan*

 

 

Just a couple of games we like to amuse ourselves with...

A random post about a couple games my siblings and I invented.
"Random being a very choice word indeed.  In fact, I wonder...is there anything Miss March writes that is not random?"

 

 

"I Have a Plan"

The post in which "Mr. Smart Aleck" made his first appearance.  
"That's me!!  (wink)  I LOVE THIS POST!!" 

 

 

What I've Been Doing Lately // A Disastrously Random Post by Miss March

The title says it best.  

"Indeed.  And disastrous is the word that particularly stands out.  In fact, that would be an excellent word to describe this post. Don't you think?"

Indubitably. 

 

*****

 

If you had time to read any of those (and I hardly expect you to read all of them because goodness knows there's plenty of new posts to read without wasting time on old ones), but if you did happen to read some, I hope you enjoyed them.  And I'll just say (for the record) that I by no means object to (and in fact I quite love) getting comments on old posts.  Just sayin'. 

 

"SHE HAS NO OBJECTION TO RECEIVING COMMENTS ON OLD POSTS!  THIS IS WHAT SHE'S JUST SAYIN'!!"

 

Oh, shush.  You don't have to shout it from the house tops.  I only meant that as  a small hint or suggestion, just in case anyone wanted to comment.  No pressure.

 

"SHE MEANT IT AS A SUGGESTION!!  I HOPE YOU'RE GOOD AT TAKING A HIIIINT!!"

 

Oh!  You are impossible.  I am entirely put out with you.

 

"Put out?  Where?  Where have we been put out?  Out on the street?  Oooh.  That wasn't very nice.  Who would do that to us?"

 

Oh brother. 

 

I have a feeling I'd better end this post right quick before it becomes an unqualified disaster.

 

Good-day, my friends.  If you read the whole of this ridiculous post all I can say is, MY HAT IS OFF TO YOU!  I hope very much you can manage to have a good day after all this nonsense, and that you'll find it in your heart to forgive me for being such a nut.  (I honestly don't know what comes over me sometimes.) 

 

How very true.