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LAYER ONE:
—Name: Mindy.
—Birth date: Hmmmmmm, I don�t think so. Next you�ll want my SSN. OK!! This is for the fellow Leos: August 16.
—Birthplace: Dayton, OH.
—Current Location: San Jose, CA.
—Eye Color: Green.
—Hair Color: Dark blonde.
—Height: 5’9”
—Righty or Lefty: Righty.
—Zodiac Sign: Leo.

LAYER TWO:
—Your heritage: Scottish and English.
—The shoes you wore today: Red, stacked Dr. Scholl�s slides.
—Your weakness: M&Ms.
—Your fears: something happening to my children.
—Your perfect pizza: Pepperoni, mushroom & black olive. Upscale version: caramelized onions, garlic, brie & chicken.
—Goal you’d like to achieve: A happy childhood and superior education for my children, love and companionship for me.

LAYER THREE:
—Your most overused phrase on AIM: “heh”
—Your first waking thoughts: “What time is it?”
—Your best physical feature: My smile.
—Your most missed memory: Dinners at Chez Paul in Chicago with my parents and grandparents.

LAYER FOUR:
—Pepsi or Coke: Diet Coke.
—McDonald’s or Burger King: McDonald�s.
—Single or group dates: Single.
—Adidas or Nike: Neither�I usually wear slides or clogs.
—Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Lipton, if anything.
—Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate.
—Cappuccino or coffee: Coffee.

LAYER FIVE:
—Smoke: No.
—Cuss: To beat the band.
—Sing: Yes, but not well.
—Take a shower everyday: Oh, yes.
—Do you think you’ve been in love: Yes. But I never knew how deep it could be until I was all grown up.
—Want to go to college: Not since I got my degree!
—Liked high school: Liked the challenge, disliked the competition and the cliques.
—Want to get married: Maybe not again.
—Believe in yourself: One thousand percent.
—Get motion sickness: More now that I am older!
—Think you’re attractive: Objectively, yes.
—Think you’re a health freak: I am not a freak about anything.
—Get along with your parent(s): Yes.
—Like thunderstorms: LOVE them!
—Play an instrument: I used to play the piano, badly.

LAYER SIX: In the past month…
—Drank alcohol: Oh, yes.
—Smoked: No.
—Done a drug: Not an illegal drug, no.
—Made Out: No.
—Gone on a date: No.
—Gone to the mall?: No.
—Eaten an entire box of Oreos?: Came very, very close.
—Eaten sushi: Yes!
—Been on stage: No.
—Been dumped: Technically, no. Not in the last month.
—Gone skating: No.
—Made homemade cookies: No, and that�s a crying shame.
—Dyed your hair: No. Not my thing.
—Stolen Anything: No. Not my thing.

LAYER SEVEN: Ever…
—Played a game that required removal of clothing: Heh. Yes.
—If so, was it mixed company: Heh. Yes.
—Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Mais oui.
—Been caught “doing something”: I can scarcely believe it, but no.
—Been called a tease: Never. If I mean it, I deliver.
—Gotten beaten up: Several times, but you should have seen the other guy.
—Shoplifted: Yes, as a child.
—Changed who you were to fit in: Not really.

LAYER EIGHT:
—Age you hope to be married: Again? Never. Is never good for you? Already did it at 21 and 24.
—Numbers and Names of Children: 3: Logan, Dylan, & Daphne.
—Describe your Dream Wedding: Is this a trick question? �Cause, no.
—How do you want to die: Suddenly and peacefully. Not screaming, and not wondering where my children are.
—Where you want to go to college: Started out at UC San Diego and finished up at UC Davis.
—What do you want to be when you grow up: I am grown up! And I am comfortable in my own skin, which is rare and precious.
—What country would you most like to visit: All of them.

LAYER NINE:
—Number of drugs taken illegally: 2.
—Number of people I could trust with my life: Honestly? I can name ten right off the bat. That feels awesome.
—Number of CDs that I own: Several dozen, give or take.
—Number of piercings: Two in each ear, but I only use one each.
—Number of tattoos: None yet.
—Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: Once as a child, once in a wedding bann, and that�s about it.
—Number of scars on my body: I was a tomboy and have had 4 major surgeries. You don�t even want to know.
—Number of things in my past that I regret: Several, but I would not change them, as they led me to where I am today. I would not risk losing any of the precious things in my life for a minor adjustment. And at this point, it would all be minor.

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I made a pot of coffee, cleared my email and sat down to watch the numbers. Seventeen hits to go.

Autumn joined me on IM. We watched, and waited, and debated the merits of hitting refresh repeatedly (there are none, apparently). She sent a friend off to try on her behalf, and I promised them both a share if it worked.

By now it’s almost nine, and everyone is getting into work and checking their blogrolls before doing anything useful. Just fourteen more to go.

We waited some more. My friend offered to bring me a bagel so I wouldn’t have to get up. We hit 49,996. Got a screen capture of that, in case things started moving too quickly. The last time I marked a milestone, at 10,000, happened to be the same day Boing Boing linked to one of my posts, and the traffic went CRAZY. Hits were coming in so fast that the winning visitor fell right off the end of the visitor cache, and I never did figure out who it was.

Refresh. 49,998. Screen Capture. Open another Photoshop doc to be ready when it hits.

50,000!!! Screen capture!! Autumn asking who? who? who? Me having no clue. It’s a freaking IP address! Gah. Go to ARIN and search. Hmmm. Vanderbuilt Visitor was there at the top when I clicked “who’s on” but has only been there a nanosecond. Texas A&M has been there half an hour and certainly looks more deserving…

Just as I was mulling this over with Autumn, I felt an unhappy sensation. AArrrgghh. I was bleeding, and wearing white pants, the same white pants that escaped the Daphne Cherry Bomb this morning. GAH! Luckily I brought sweats in case I ended up working late again. Run to car, spend next ten minutes rinsing pants out in sink.

Great. It’s going to be about 80 degrees today, and I am wearing fleece sweat pants. Phhhbtbtbtbtbt.

OK, where was I? Oh no, four different people sending screenshots and claiming the prize. WAAAAHHH. Ok, ask for help on the blog. Wait.

OK, enough waiting. I am going to go with Mr. Aggie, from Silly Old Bear!! Congratulations on being the 50,000th visitor to The Mommy Blog!!!

I don’t see a wish list, but I will offer you a commemorative t-shirt from CafePress, and a wee gift cert from Amazon, unless there is something in particular you’d like to ask…

Thanks everyone for playing! Ya’ll been cracking me up all morning with your emails! Too much fun!!!