You know it’s bad when you um…completely forget about your anniversary.

It’s even worse when the anniversary was supposed to be a big, massive celebration.

My excuse?  Work.  Snow.  Memory failure.  Brain fart.  Life.  Zombie attack. I don’t really have one.

But, the snow was kind of awesome, I think.  My love affair with snow has reached the point where I pretty much believe I’m really from the North.  To me, snow = love.

(I’m from Georgia.  Where it never snows. Allow me my five minutes of giddiness)

Anyway, technically, Thursday was supposed to be the big day I announced to the world that booshy made it an entire year. 

Now, the only proof I have to go on is the archive.  And the archive date-stamped my first ever post on 2/11/09.

To that I say: Way to round out the year, self.  First, you forget the date you entered the world of blogging and second, over the last month, you’ve managed to generate the perception that you are ignoring the awesome people who were loyal to booshy.

Yay, me!

Somewhere within this post I’m probably supposed to say something about how the last year brought on all kinds of changes…how my blog started as nothing and is now…well, maybe one rung up from nothing.  How I met lots of people – which I did and by the way, you are all awesome - and how I changed the entire face of blogging just because I AM HERE.

Exactly.  Which is why instead of all the nostalgic crap, I’m just going to skip all that and get to the important part.  The part that goes something like…

I’M GIVING SOMETHING AWAY!

FOR FREE!

It’s a 6″ x 6″ print titled Sing Song from New York based artist, Gwynne, aka Paper Yoyo.  And Gwynne is way more talented and patient and creative than I ever will be with things like paint and paper and imaginary characters and cutting straight lines.

Personally, the print reminds me of me.  Even though I don’t exactly wear cowboy boots and I can’t even whistle…it’s some kind of genetic flaw, I think.  The whistling, that is.  It’s this super hysterical inside joke where my brothers will be all, “Hey! Jessica! Can you do this??…” <begin perfect whistling sounds>

Of course, the answer is I can’t.  Don’t think I don’t try…but all that comes out is air.  No sharp, high-pitched noise.

And we all know how damn competitive I am.  I don’t lose. At anything.  And my brothers have found the one area where they will always win.

But why harp on that?  Is just whistling.  The point is, Little Miss. Sing Song looks so totally oblivious to the snorting, pissed off rhinoceros that’s about to charge and run her right over because she’s parked her happy ass right in his special spot.

It’s the oblivious part that I relate to.  Oblivious sounds way better than clumsy.

(My own mom even says the only place I was ever coordinated was on the basketball court.  Awesome)

Anyway, here’s the picture of the print Gwynne has so graciously donated to my forgotten anniversary.  Which is also listed on her etsy store.

I’ve pretty much decided Gwynne is a go-getter and doesn’t forget things like anniversaries.

And Gwynne?  I love the Flutterby print and want to make it my own. Did I mention my birthday was February 2nd?….

The giveaway is simple.  Just leave a comment…about whatever.  Farting mice.  Glittery poo.  Singing fairies.  Angry gnomes.  The comment doesn’t have to be related to well, anything I’ve said.  Relevance isn’t a pre-requisite.

Then? Next Saturday, February 20th, I’ll use that random number generator thing to select a number and whatever person’s comment is that number will be the winner of the super awesome Sing Song print.

So, happy forgotten one-year anniversary, booshy.

It was mostly unintentional.

But, we made it. A whole year!

Yay, us!