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This is post number 100. It’s kind of crazy that many of you have read all 100 posts.

I feel kind of bad for you. I’m really not that interesting. 🙂

Just kidding. Thanks for reading!!

I haven’t posted in a while because I knew this was #100 and I felt like I needed something big to write about. So, after about 3 weeks of waiting for something exciting to happen- I gave up and I’m just going to write something pointless instead.

During our 100 posts we have:

argued about flip flops and here…

debated texting versus calling

moved to Nashville

had a baby

baked a lot

told a lot of anonymous people off 🙂

done a lot of cleaning and disposed of a lot of junk

picked multiple March Madness brackets

“renewed” my vows

given grammar lessons

survived cicadas

graduated college…finally

survived pregnancy

possibly the best of all, survived the pooptastrophe

Those are just some of my favorites. Thanks for reading (seriously). I love writing and it’s always nice to know someone is reading it. 🙂


Call me!


I would like to take this opportunity to discredit my husband.

You may remember, many moons ago, when my husband actually participated in the whole blog thing, that he wrote a post about “Don’t call me, it’s gay”.

Now I would like to tell you a story. Keep in mind that this is just one instance out of 100 that I could give you.

June 6, 2010 -4:21 p.m.

From: Lindsey McPherson

To: Brent McPherson

Email Body: 

What are you doing?

 I think I figured out something with flying. I’ll show you.

 Do you know if we have milk at the house?

June 6, 2010 -4:22 p.m. 

Lindsey receives a phone call at work. Guess who it is… Brent.

L: Hello?

B: Hey

-weird silence-

L: Did you need something?

B: You emailed me.

L: Why didn’t you just email me back?

B: I just wanted to call you.

-awkward silence-

L: So, then, what are you doing?

B: Driving, blah blah blah

L: Oh, ok.

B: So what did you figure out about flying?

L: I said I would show you later.

B: You can’t just tell me???

L: No, I said I would show you.

B: *frustrated grunt*

L: Let me just call you back.

B: Why?

L: I’m about to leave work. I’ll call you on my cell.

B: Fine. We don’t have milk.

L: *click*

Then I promptly got on here to tell all of you. 🙂

You see, Brent does like talking on the phone. In fact, he is quite the jabber mouth. He’s on the phone all the time.

Lindsey=1, Brent=0