Good Riddance to 2011.

You might need something to hold onto/ When all the answers they don't amount to much/ Somebody that you could just talk to/ And a little of that human touch... part of a great song written by Rick Springfield, fabulously sung by Bruce Springsteen.

@postaday 373; #postaday2011.

The End.

Gosh sakes, OK, this is totally fueled by sparkling wine, my drug of choice, Barefoot Bubbly, Brut, silver label. What can I say? I’m a cheap date. However, I’ll fully enjoy the Roederer Estate tomorrow with the family.

Yay. The end of the must-do blog commitment! Yay, the beginning of the want-to-do blog commitment! I am addicted to the daily missive, the hits, the feedback, and the possibility that I might connect with someone on a richer than superficial level. There’s this guy, somewhere on the East Coast, I think in Boston, who always, always, always likes my entries. Flippin’ hippy dude blows my mind. I love him!  Know him? Hellas no! But that’s what this is all about. Connecting with people on a level that cuts through the physical and meets some where in the virtual. Kinda like souls beyond earth. Ya know?

And then somehow, 33 people or so have decided to subscribed. Wow! And to each of them I say this: Geeze. Please don’t just read the emailed entry as it seems I am always editing after I publish. I love you. Go read the entry as it is on the actual Why? Because the typos and the embarrassing grammatical errors are repaired. MOST of the time. But thank you, or as we say in these parts, MAHALO!

Now for a few fascinating facts. Actual factual information. Why? Because despite being a journalist who had set out to avoid numbers and statisics, I have encountered them at every turn in my life. It is laughable. The numbers, the stats, have overrrun me, they have conquered me, they have had their way with me, and I am overcome. Let me just say it’s been a joyful surrender. Almost like numbers as sex. LOL. Look. If you’re reading this, if you’ve ever read, then these stats are all about you:

My blog hits have grown. You’re interested, you’ve shared, you’ve commented. I feel like I am one of those bloggers who has made her mark, who has put the scratch and dent in the virtual washer and dryer in this warehouse store called life. And yet, the entries that reaped the most hits are the ones I never wanted to write. Ryan Suenaga. Mary Kay Ritz. Did Verizon Give Me a Drug Dealer’s Phone Number? I got a lot of crap for that last one. A. LOT.

And if you’re one of those people who likes me on a different level, who reads me because of what I have to say about bicycling, swimming, running, surviving, being an athlete, fighting fat, desperately trying to retain her sexiness but feeling like it’s coated with Vaseline and slipping away so fast, and fighting back old-lady ‘hood, then here’s another set of stats from my Garmin site, and this is all my bicycle riding for 2011:

Progress Summary Report for lavagal
Count: 76 Activities
Distance: 2,029.54 mi
Time: 144:34:34 h:m:s
Elevation Gain: 44,990 ft
Avg Speed: 14.0 mph
Avg HR: 142 bpm
Avg Run Cadence:
Avg Bike Cadence: 65 rpm
Calories: 45,865

I’ve done my best for you. Best wishes in 2012. See you then?


By lavagal

Hawaii Kai wife and mom. Melanoma Stage 3a Cancer survivor. English Language Arts teacher, English Learners Coordinator, and Paraprofessional Tutor. Super sub teacher. Dormant triathlete. Road cyclist and Masters swimmer. Gardener. Mrs. Fixit. Random dancer. Music Curator. A teenager trapped in an aging body. Did you know 60 is the new 40? It is.


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