SniderWriter Turns One!

A year ago today I started this blog.

It’s been a blast! I never thought I’d be a blogger; I didn’t think I had much to talk about. 348 posts and counting has taught me differently. I’ve connected with so many of you over the past year (and if you’re lurking, speak up! I’d love to get to know you!)

My favourite part of writing a blog is all the things I get to learn and see — since I’m always looking for material to post I get to trawl all kinds of websites I might not have come across otherwise. I get to learn about all kinds of weird shit. And some of you have found me in strange ways, too, like the following searches that brought you here:

“witch to do list”
“see i’m pretty”
“headgear 2012”
“different types of cursive”
“shower sexy”
“disgusting images of sugar”
“breaking up jokes”
“fun marriage” (
awww)

and my all-time favourite: “how can i get my kids to leave there coats zipped up”. Because apparently someone out there desires parenting advice from the sweary horror lady.

I’ve covered health, politics, film, and DIY. Together we’ve learned about eyeball tattoos and lobotomies and horrible things that lurk in the sea.

And of course, along the way, I hope I’ve scared the crap out of you.

So this chilly December night I raise my glass (which may or may not contain more rum than eggnog) and toast to another year of fun, and weirdness, and fear. And I toast to you, because knowing you’re out there is what makes this so much fun. So thanks!

It’s Our First Anniversary!

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One year ago I married my best friend.

We’ve been together for eleven years now, and we knew each other before that, in high school (ask C about how I stalked him). We did a lot of our growing up together, and we get each other. We often joke about how we can’t ever break up now, because we’re the same kind of weird, and we’re ruined for other people.

For example, not everyone would put up with this:

We first started dating when we were both 19. One day we decided to do some cutesy couple stuff together — this was still in the first few weeks, when everything GLITTERS and the very birds SING OF YOUR LOVE. We decided to buy colouring books and crayons. So cute! So quaint! His was Scooby Doo, I think, and let me take a moment to assure you it was the most manly of colouring books in the whole dollar store. Mine was some generic girly thing: unicorns and bunnies and…dolls.

We sat there for a while, colouring away. Looking back, he should have known something was up when I raised my book up on my knees and wouldn’t let him see it. He was busy colouring the Mystery Machine or something, while I…I had other plans.

The time comes that we decide to exchange pictures. (Adorable, right?)
He passes me his, and maybe it had a ghost or a cartoon monster, I don’t remember, but I do remember it was normal.

I began to have second thoughts. Now or never, I think, and I hand him what I had done.

The pretty little ragdoll now had green skin. She had red button eyes, and a bloodied swastika on her forehead, and I had written in my best crayon-held-in-clenched-fist style “I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVERRRR” across the top.

He said “Oh. That’s uh, interesting.” Then he took it with pinched finger and thumb and put it on the deck where it couldn’t touch him. But the fact that he stuck around, that I didn’t spook him, was pretty telling. I knew I’d landed a good one, a dude who can put up with my strangeness.

He stuck around, we fell in love, and last year we finally did the City Hall thing.
I honestly couldn’t be happier, and I’m incredibly lucky to have found such a great man.

Love you Dude. xoxoxo