1545 entries (that I haven't deleted).
41.027 comments (that I haven't deleted).
Five years of this blog, as of today.
Aren't you glad you stopped by the share in the festivities? To celebrate, I am going to spend the week (or until I get bored) reposting some stuff from my first year or so that you likely missed, so that you can read it and be glad that you missed it all those years ago.
I'm also going to highlight some of the first people to comment here so that you can go visit them and love them as much as I do. Let's do that first, shall we? My first comment from someone other than my husband was from the illustrious Busy Mom way back on March 25, 2004. Next was Anne from Belgian Waffle on 5/1/2004. You should go say hello.
And now, for today's Blast from the Past, we are getting back to July 20, 2004.
Now with 20% more buttcrack!
At yoga last night, I spent the whole class behind Clearly Visible Buttcrack. Of course, this buttcrack did not belong to the cute boy with the nice hair and really good legs. Oh no. The buttcrack belonged to the big pasty grunty guy and was therefore not anything I wanted to see. It was very distracting. I really wanted to yoga my way over to him and whisper in his ear "Dude, namaste and all that, but could you please hike up the shorts?"
However, I did discover that yoga is far more rewarding when you put your mat behind the cutest boy in class `cause then you get to admire his legs for an hour while pretending you are looking in the mirror to check your alignment.
Also! I have developed an Excellent New Plan! I believe that you should always weigh yourself while wearing shoes, and then just subtract the weight of your shoes to arrive at your Actual Correct Weight. For example, my tennis shoes weigh four pounds apiece, so when I weigh myself I have to subtract 8 pounds. Your results may vary. Also I have discovered that the older I get, the heavier my shoes become. Very strange, that.
And finally I would like to report that I look Very Nice today. For most people, that would not be noteworthy, but my usual style is what I would call Presentable (in that my clothes are generally not stained or torn and frequently almost match) so this is an occasion. However, the skirt I'm wearing is really starting to bother me and I may have to take it off, in which case I will not only blow my shot at looking Very Nice, but will also crash all the way through Presentable straight to Fired and Possibly Arrested. But at least my pretty necklace will look good in my mug shots.
Nope, sorry, no idea what is going on today with me and the Random Capitalization.