It dawned on me this morning that I had been writing this blog for about two years. I clicked back to the earliest archives and discovered that -lo and behold – the first post I ever made was on June 13, 2005. So, today is the blog’s two year birthday or anniversary or whatever is appropriate for blogs. (I think there were actually a few posts before this first one, but they got lost in the move to WordPress from Movable Type. Since what’s here is what’s here, I’m making June 13th the official birthday.)

When I told MD, her typically wifely supportive comment was: “I never dreamed you would stick with it this long.”

I do have a history of throwing myself with full passion into a project, only to abandon it after I get tired of it. In fact, my non-stick-to-it-ness is legendary. But, I haven’t come close to getting tired of this blog. I think about it constantly. Everything that falls in my path I want to share with readers, up to and including the fact that I cleaned up my end of the frigging breakfast table. Consider yourselves lucky that so far – save one post, I think – I’ve spared you my addiction to golf. I should tell you, however, about epiphany #3,986 (golfers will understand) that came to me on the 11th hole yesterday…well, maybe not. I have contemplated keeping a running listing of my handicap, but wiser minds have so far prevailed.

I hope there are enough nuggets of wisdom scattered throughout that makes worthwhile indulging my dalliances with non-nutritional topics. As you might have suspected from many of my posts, I’m attracted to the bizarre and offbeat. I have to fight down the urge to post on everything I come across (of course I have a little help from you-know-who and her good-sense filter: I hope you’re not planning on posting on that).

I really appreciate all the support throughout the past two years. I’m going to give it my best effort to once again exceed the expectations of that brown-haired woman I live with and keep going for another two years.

Thanks for hanging in there with me.