A very important milestone was reached last week on October third, and I missed it.

Happy Birthday, little blog! Bon Anniversaire! Feliz Cumpleaños! χαρούμενα γενέθλια ! Buon Compleanno!  יוֹם הֻלֶּדֶת שָׂמֵחַ! Penblwydd Hapus! You’re a whole year old!

That was English, French, Spanish, Greek, Italian, Hebrew and Welsh. (Wikipedia helped.)

Every year on my birthday my dad writes me a poem, so I believe strongly that this is how one ought to celebrate one’s offspring. Sitting next to me on my bed to serve as inspiration is a box with nineteen birthday cards in it. Darn. I have no idea what I’m getting myself into. One of these is in FRENCH! Oh, one’s alliterative…that’s sweet. Here’s one my mommy wrote. Wow—a haiku, Dad? I can do that…

Sometimes blogs are hard

But mostly I write about

Me and that’s easy.

Pretty shoddy work, hunh? The truth is, little blog, that I’m not a poet, and I started you so that I could write prose. Prose, the stuff stories are made of, that takes up pages and pages of Microsoft Word, and is both easier to do right and easier to do wrong than poetry is. Dear little blog, thanks for sticking around and being willing to be so versatile. I’m going to utilize that soon. I think you’re cool.

And here’s your kinda lame present: a makeover, plus an extra entry next week! Hope you like it…