It’s my blog-aversary and coincidentally this is my 100^th post.

Two whole years writing to you, and I don’t even get a card!

I told a friend that it was my blog-aversary and she looked at me sideways,

‘God, do you still have anything left to say?’

It sounds worse than how she meant it. I think what she meant to say was,

‘Maya, you have such a wonderful way with words. How do you think of all these funny little moments, when you have come up with such treasures already?’

At least that’s what I’m going to assume she meant.

But I’m worried now. What if I do run out of things to say? What if I sit, staring down a blank screen, waiting for inspiration to punch me in the face and nothing comes.

Well, I guess then I might write a post about having nothing to say and hope that something turns up …right about now!

You’ve done that before, I hear you say.

And it worked last time.

But.

Nope. Nothing.

If I was brave I would end this post there.

Mike drop! Walk off stage left.

I’ve carried on now, so it would be weird to stop. Kind of like trying to shuffle off stage without anyone noticing and then falling into the orchestra pit. (I don’t know where I think I’m on stage but its clearly very grand.)

Looking back over the past two years for inspiration I have certainly covered some ground. I’ve written about my big boobs and big pants on the internet.

Undercover – Bordering Grey

In Praise of Big Pants – Bordering Grey

I’ve spilled the beans about way too many rows with my husband, puppies and knitting .

Seriously ? – Bordering Grey

Is it OK to call your dog a dick? (asking for a friend) – Bordering Grey

Socktober! – Bordering Grey

Then there was books, and kids and more

Lost in books – Bordering Grey

A love song to the library – Bordering Grey

Missing their song – Bordering Grey

Walking my daughter home. – Bordering Grey

I no longer have imposter syndrome, (well I do a bit but only because I know I’m a hands down, friggin’ legend and everyone laughs when I tell them.)

Imposter syndrome – Bordering Grey

I have shared way too much personal information about my dyslexia, Astronauts and my love of Christmas cake.

Dysgu Cymraeg – Learning Welsh – Bordering Grey

Becoming an astronaut. – Bordering Grey

A Christmas cake wish – Bordering Grey

So, if you are bored of reading this post you can always scroll back through to catch something better.

I do feel like I’m short changing you here – if you have been reading with me from the start then this is your blog-aversary too. You deserve a medal for hanging in there.

You also deserve a thank you – because two years on, rambling away, I feel like a writer.

Two years on, which seems like forever and only yesterday, I tell people I am a writer and that’s down to you – because you are my reader.

So, thank you again for hanging out with me in this tiny corner of your week.

And for next week’s blog I promise to have something proper and funny to say.

I’m already laughing to myself about how funny I’m going to be. – you will love it. It’s fucking hysterical.

See, I told you I’m a friggin comedy legend – no one believes me!

(Shuffle off stage right.)