2013 In Review (7361)


I got this annual report today from WordPress.

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The Louvre Museum has 8.5 million visitors per year. This blog was viewed about 90,000 times in 2013. If it were an exhibit at the Louvre Museum, it would take about 4 days for that many people to see it.

Click here to see the complete report.

It’s a little exciting to see all the numbers and stats in one place and I was feeling rather cute.

Then I checked out one of the other bloggers that WP suggested to me, because we have readers with similar interests.

Holy shit, she has 4258 readers. What does it take to have that many readers? Is she literally 100 times a better blogger than me?

I’m determined not to care about numbers, keeping my focus on writing for myself, but wow.

Anywhoo, it turns out that my dad did not come yesterday, he’s arriving today. It’s a good thing he reads my blog because he noticed the inconsistency and gave me a ring to set the dates straight.

This happens all the time. I don’t know why. There are things I am incapable and apparently getting the dates right is one of them. I write things down, I use my iCal, etc., but I am known for showing up for events on the wrong day.

Hell, I did it the other day when I showed up at someone’s house for her Christmas Eve open house on the 23rd. Naturally I was the only person there.

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It wasn’t awkward at all. I don’t know the hostess very well, she’s the mother of Testiclese’s good friend. Her kid is a peach but I think she has deemed my home unsuitable for playdates. I can’t imagine why.

Testy can only do playdates with her son at their house (which is fine by me) or in public parks. She must think I’m a monster. I’m sure it didn’t do much for her impression of me to show up a day early for a party.

And I even remember talking to her on the phone as I entered the event in the calendar. It must be my subconscious sabotaging me.

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My folks not showing up yesterday was a blessing in disguise. Loony and I needed a day to catch up with each other.

We didn’t hold hands and declare our mutual love all day, but we dropped the kids off at camp (woot!) and enjoyed a day of relative peace. It felt good to not feel rushed at all times and constantly search for ways to keep the kids engaged.

Scrotus reads all day, now. It's wonderful except he held the dog hostage there so long that it pooped in his bed. Hence my laundry.

Scrotus reads all day, now. It’s wonderful except he held the dog hostage there so long that it pooped in his bed, hence the laundry. Now the little guy refuses to do his business outside for some reason. He runs around the block at top speed so he can get back into the house, and it’s not even that cold! I’ve had to get all “Cool Hand Luke” on him. “If the dog don’t pee on the walk, he goes in the box.”

Anyway, I have a ton of laundry to do and my dad arrives in about 2 1/2 hours, or so I think.

Time to cut the crap.

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It’s a selfie of my crotch! Loony and I were moving furniture around when my pants ripped. Son-of-a …

I told Loony and he said that, “Some people’s bodies are built such that their thighs rub together in a way that wears the crotches out first.”

Thanks, Chip.

Now I am without a favorite pair of jeans. Oh where could I possibly find more?

4 thoughts on “2013 In Review (7361)

  1. I am sitting here while my husband finishes making coffee. My big puppy(Athena) is hiding under my feet in her “den” because only moments ago someone decided to set off a M80. I am not sure the attraction but I do know it is the beginning of my hell night. There is going to be a huge firework show on the beach which is only 300 ft away. Athena freaks out. I am hoping she does not convince Strider that freaking out over fireworks is a good thing. I think we still have some tranquilizers from the 4th. The baby puppy is wondering where his playmate is…
    Basil has the type of legs that they touch from the thigh all the way down. I call it “mermaid legs”. Consequently he blows out the thighs on all of his jeans. But I am the patch queen and he loves his patched jeans.

  2. I am also happy that we have reconnected and am pleased that you no longer feel like you have to be a Stepford wife. I remember you using this reference in one of your blogs and thought it was an interesting comparison. What was the turning point for you? I remember when Gary was sad/upset that someone didn’t like him. I said,” If so and so where to drop off the face of the earth never to be seen again, would you care? Would it change your life in any way?” he said, “No” “Then why do you care what they think of you? Don’t give someone the importance that they don’t deserve.” {The last comment I learned from my friends therapist 🙂 } Have a Happy New Year!

    • I’m not sure what the turning point was for me. Getting a divorce and going underground for a few years helped, but then the (perceived) pressure from trying to keep up with our school’s affluent families kind of put me back on that insane track. I think having the wheels come completely off of a school party made me realize that I am who I am. Why try to be anything but that? I’m not exactly fooling anyone.

Really? No way.

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