Same Time Last Year

AD is reminiscing about where he was—both physically and psychologically—this time last year. I, lacking for anything whatsoever to blog about (make that anything that wouldn't, you know, fully ingrain the image of me as a psycho suburban mother into your supple brains), glommed onto his idea and just read through my November 2004 archives. I'm now a little disturbed and, in some ways, quite sad. Why? Because...

1) I have no memory whatsoever of having watched even five minutes of Justin & Kelly, a film I can only imagine has inspired and uplifted the spirits of thousands of confused people.

2) If things had gone just a smidge in the right (oh, wait, make that left) direction, George W. Bush would not be our Fearless Leader. He'd be a wannabe cowboy oil baron with a Presidential Library in his future. Which reminds me. I need this bumper sticker:

3) Lea is such a big girl now.

4) I still eat at the Crepevine by myself once a week. My God what a loser.

5) U.S. fatalities in Iraq were 1,117. Right now we're at 2,061. (See #2, above)

On an upnote, it was about this time last year (under rather horrible circumstances. bleck.) that I met the distinctly non-boring blogger mentioned at the beginning of this here post. I am now raising my mug of hot green tea in salute to blogpals and all their bloggy ways. Amen.