I’ve actually done this meme for the past two years out of curiousity, but I haven’t posted the results, because the list usually includes twelve identical sentences along the lines of, “I saw this cool thing on TV last night.” Sigh. Since I did not wish to highlight to the world how dull and brainless I have become, I kept the meme to myself.
But this year, I did better! And I will not admit, no, not even if you threaten to take away the Peppermint Bark that is my own personal crack, that I thought about this meme all year and made a conscious effort to make the first post of each month meaningful and interesting. No, I did not! Look over there! Brangelina!
Anyway, here you go, first lines of the first post of each month of 2007.
January: Introducing…George Foreman Jatania III, due on or about July 10, 2007.
February: We just got word yesterday that registration at our local school for junior kindergarten is the week after next.
March: This week we will be a TV Ratings Family for Canada.
April: I have a really bad habit of getting obsessed with one particular breakfast cereal, and eating it every day for weeks, and then dumping it like a boyfriend who still lives with his mother.
May: Yesterday morning I woke up with major stomach cramps and nausea.
June: Sir Monkeypants just left for an unexpected trip to Toronto for the weekend.
July: Now that we’re in the home stretch, so to speak, I thought I’d just share the news that there’s no baby yet.
August: The Wee One just finished her three week growth spurt and I’m amazed at how much she has grown.
September: One of the most interesting things about babies, I think, is that their line between awake and asleep is really blurry.
October: I’m going to have a t-shirt made for the Wee One that says, “I’d rather be nursing.”
November: Today, Sir Monkeypants goes back to work.
December: One thing I didn’t get around to posting about in November was that a few other NaBloPoMo posters, including its founder Mrs. Kennedy, were blogging on a theme of shoes.
Huh. Actually, not as gripping reading as I expected. Goddamn writers’ strike.