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A year of memes

Can you believe that it's been a year since I started my blog? My first post was December 13, 2010 (Yes, I realize that's technically not until next week but I'm writing about it now. Deal with it.)


Here's a few stats for the math nerds:
88 posts (this one will be 89)
26,000+ pageviews
352 Twitter followers


Where do these readers come from? While most of you hail from the U-S of A, I've had people in Canada, Australia, New Zealand, the UK, Germany, India, Romania, the Philippines, and the Netherlands read this blog (hi y'all!)


This was my most popular post, thanks in part to some interesting conversation generated within the comments.


This was the next most popular post but I think this poem was my favorite post of the year.

I read an article on Mashable today about the most popular Facebook status updates of 2011 (Facebook's memes, if you will). It looks like I covered about half this list.  


For your review: Here are my comments on 
The Super Bowl (Go Packers!)
Casey Anthony
Steve Jobs
The Royal Wedding
Hurricane Irene

What else happened this year? Well, the blog has led me to some interesting writing projects. I now balance my time at my "real job" with  intermittent projects at Insert Eyeroll and Richmond Mom.


Of course, there is still the book project.  Four Seasons for Charlotte is still in the works. No release date yet but stay tuned! The edits keep getting smaller and smaller all the time. 


Happy Blog-a-versary. Thanks for stumbling upon my blog, sharing your comments, and following my weekly musings.  What were your favorite posts on See What You Meme this year? I love getting feedback from readers so please let me know what you liked, what you didn't like, and what you want to see in the future.


Here's to another year of memes...














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