A year ago I had just graduated from college, had just made the move to Middle-of-Corn, Kansas, my job title was associate editor and I was very much happily single.
In a year, I’ve settled into Middle-of-Corn, made some awesome friends, my title was changed to editor, there was that two weeks as a vegan, traveled a lot and I’m very much happily engaged.
Um, holy cow.
Looking at my stats today, I figured my top posts throughout the year would be something like Dani B. Home Security or Monday’s post, since, when I hear back from people, the personal posts are usually the favorite, BUT I was wrong… It turns out of the top five, three are Ag posts and two are vegan posts.
What I’ve learned, put a cow in it and y’all will read it. 😉
Speaking of cows… since over 100 people entered the giveaway, I bet there are a few of you reading this waiting for the name of the Cow Plant Hanger winner, and/or might be heading to Middle-of-Corn, Kansas with torches and pitchforks to hunt me down for being a day late… *cough* Country LINKed and Circle the Wagons *cough* (kidding)
So are y’all ready?
Drum roll please…
Or not, whatever you prefer.
This dragging it out business is fun!
Well, for me it is…
Okay, fine. I can feel the glares coming through the computer screen.
Let’s ignore the fact that as I typed that, this was currently not published.
…and the winner is…
Erica, my email is on the Cajun Born, Okie Raised page so give me a shout and I’ll get it sent your way, and thank you to Cowgirl Crush for sponsoring this giveaway!
As I said before, when I started this — blogging — it was just for myself, just a way to document what was happening in my life. I didn’t picture people outside my family and close friends to actually read High Heels and Shotgun Shells, but I’ve met some really awesome people because of this, really, you all are truly fantastic.
So here we go, onto year two… there’s going to be a wedding, a move across several states, My Someone is going to have to fork over that closet of his that’s designated for hunting apparel only — my shoes need space (lots of space), yo. Oh, and I’ve got to find another job as fantastic as the one I currently have.
No big deal, right?
*twisting hair nervously*