As the intensity of “Performance of the Year” competition at The Public Blogger increases, I’d like to apologize for some things, beginning with how infrequent my visits to other people’s blogs, websites and Facebook pages has been lately. I have a running list of posts saved to my email that keeps growing — Mollytopia, The Hook, Ross Murray, Rouged Mount, Lizzi, Rarasuar, Hasty Words, List of X, Miz Yank, She’s a Maineiac, Lipstick and Laundry, The Sisterwives, to name a few. I am looking forward to the day in a few weeks when I can sit back and spend an entire day catching up on
my drinking reading all of the posts I have saved to savor later. I just wanted you to know that I’m well aware of what I’m missing, and that my absense is not an indication of disinterest or an elitist attitude.
Simply put: I’m just getting my butt kicked.
I also hope you’ll understand and forgive me for dipping into the archives frequently lately, for the same reason. I have several posts I’m working on, at least one of which will be an embarrassment to my kids, but between the weekly challenges, work deadlines, upcoming holidays and finding time for family, it’s slow going and something I anticipate getting even tougher as Dec. 30 approaches.
After reading that last paragraph, I’m giving myself one of these…
There certainly have been some days when I ask myself, “What have I gotten myself into?” Especially when I get dressed in the dark and realize I’m wearing my wife’s halter top. But in regard to this competition, one of the things that keeps me going is the incredible support you’ve given me. I feel as though I am carrying all of you with me and I don’t want to let you down. Although — and I’m not naming any names — one of you could stand to lose a few pounds, Hook.
As the competition enters the fourth round this Sunday, I am putting the final touches on the next challenge, which is a 90-second video utilizing our recorded voice, photography and words. Today I’m on deadline at the newspaper, but tomorrow I hope to post a short preview clip to give you an idea of how it’s going. If it’s just me laying facedown at the kitchen table with my iPod and a bottle of Tequilla, you’ll know it’s not going well.
In the meantime, I just wanted you to know I haven’t turned into the self-absorbed jerk I may appear to be (plenty of time for that later), and how much I appreciate your understanding and continued support. All joking aside, whether I remain at No. 1 after Sunday, barely make it through the next round or get booted, I will forever be appreciative and humbled by the support you’ve shown over the last few weeks.
Truly and sincerely: Thank You so very much.
Now — where’s that tequilla…