5 Years Of Genius

Crappy, crappy, CRAP!


I've been so busy working two jobs, volunteering 3 jobs, rehearsing a play, & working my way through P90X {Tony Horton, you are a horrible mean man.  You would have done well in a torture chamber...} that I completely forgot my anniversary.  I mean, my blogiversary.

5 years ago on March 1st, I thought to myself, "Self", & I knew it was me cuz I recognized the sound of my own voice right away, "Self, you are awesome!  You are a super-genius & you need to share this with the world, not just your close-knit group of minions who do your every bidding friends.  People need to be exposed to the supah awesomeness of Wilma!"  & thus, DBM was born.

We've been through a lot here, my new teeth, the discovery & eventual demise of Magda, getting married, quitting & rejoining the theatre group, several trips to festivus & a partridge in a pear tree.  I know there's been more, but I'm too lazay & busy to make all the links.  Yup.  Lay~zay!

It's been 5 long years, & I love you just the same.  Even if I have a funny way of showing it.