Stanfield and Gerrard in 2016 and Celebrating a National Holiday

Firstly, welcome all you beautiful new faces! I'd like to thank the Academy, namely Holly and Jake, for the prestigious award for my Letter to My 21 Year Old Self contributed to their link up.  It has been cuh-razy cool to see so many new readers.  Two days after Holly mentioned the winners in her blog and my blog traffic is still way up.  After seeing that kind of action I want to officially register my nomination: Stanfield and Gerrard in 2016.

(I went back and forth about this and feel good about my decision to list Jake as VP.  This was mostly because I'm pretty sure the first thing Jake would do in office is star in his own reality tv show - a snarky Big Brother-like (no, the other Big Brother) take over of Cabinet Meetings, where major governmental decisions are decided by Minute-to-Win-It style gaming - because who *wouldn't* do that? - whereas Holly would be using her superpower nice girl skills to usher in world peace except for the nasty ladies at Blissdom, they aren't invited to world peace   unless they apologized and then I'm sure Holly would forgive them and even buy them a Miller Lite because that's how nice girls role.)

In other national news, thirty-four years ago today, a baby girl was born. She weighed 7#11 oz, which would foretell of her love for 24 hour access to snack food.  Her mother would want to name her Jayma Pauline (not only a feminization of both the first names of the grandfathers, but also a step closer to a future residing in a trailer park) but in a rare exhibition of rationality her father would declare her name to be Kelly Suzanne.

Yep.  I'm 34 years old today.  Because of that I'm phoning it in today.  I'm sleeping in a little later, staying in my jammies a little longer, and maybe, just maybe, I'll "White Trash Wednesday"-it up and return the pop bottles, using the deposit money for a People magazine and an Iced Capp*. Don't get too jealous, y'all.

(*this just became the most midwestern blog ever.  For all you outside of Michigan, soda is really called pop.  When people in Michigan return their pop cans to the store they receive ten cents a piece for them.  It is a sticky and disgusting job, and I usually put it off until I have at least three garbage bags worth to return. So today should be fun.)

I also fully plan on my food diary looking something like this:

Because ... cake.

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