I started this blog in 2004, the night before my 40th birthday. I had to have something to do because I was afraid to go to sleep and wake up old.
Since that time, I've written lots and lots of words here about lots and lots of things. You've read about my fear of hotels, my desire to behave childishly, and my love of the guy who stocks frozen peas at Wal-Mart.
You've been with me through numerous fun medical journeys, like the joy that was my lady business check up, the hilarity of my thyroid operation and how fantastic it is not to have a gallbladder.
You've read what it's like to live a day in my skin, you know that I can't dance if I want to, and that I am in crazy love with Michael Buble and vampires.
You've seen me angry and even angrier, happy and even happier (at someone else's expense of course).
You know Kitten, the Big Dog, Deputy Pretty and LT DB, The Evil Red-Headed Berta Lou and of course, Mr. Man.
I've written for you when I was stoned, injured, and profoundly broken hearted.
Now I'm done.
There are many reasons that I will no longer be a part of the blogosphere, but when you boil them all down, it's pretty simple. My dream and my family's dream for me, the dream of writing and having published a book, will never have any real chance if I continue on here.
You know, giving the milk away for free and all that.
The editors who are kind enough to give me actual cash for allowing them to publish Wiping the Crazy Off My Face in their newspapers will (hopefully) continue to do so, but with material not published anywhere else. The ugly fact is that I have been copied, plagiarized and a time or two, have actually had what felt like my whole life stolen and published somewhere else. It's my own fault really. Nobody ever said the internet was a nice place to play.
I genuinely appreciate and adore each and every one of you who has sweetly encouraged me, shared with me and laughed with me over the years. I will miss the give and take this blog has afforded me. I've learned a lot about writing humor here, with each of you as my teachers.
If you've enjoyed the time we've spent together, consider sending a quick note to your newspaper's editor and letting them know you sorta like Wiping the Crazy off My Face. It would also be fantastic if you would mention you will refrain from blowing up his or her office if they contact me about syndication.
I love you, I'll miss you and thank you.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
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