Take the first sentence from the first post of each month:
January: I've been a bad bad girl.
February: Happy Birthday domesticharmony !!!
March: I thought I knew what bad dreams were.
April: Today we saw an ad for a department store wedding/home line.
May: I'm sure the ones I got wrong, I got REALLY wrong...
June: Well, I don't, but apparently a lot of people do.
July: No updates for the past few days, because we've been in a bit of a whirlwind.
August: Did you miss me?
September: Quote from our mayor, Bill White, on canceling events scheduled in the convention center in order to ensure it's available for evacuees:
October: Yesterday as we were getting ready to go the movie, Husband noticed one of the tires on his car was very low.
November: There have been several news blurbs lately about the "Puggle", the hot new "breed" of dog that everyone wants.
December: I really, really, REALLY need to get some sleep.
My conclusion? I'm nothing if not declarative.