first!

first?

Wow, the view is sure cool from up here.

I would say I've never been this high... but I'd be lying.

I am ashamed to say I've been waiting for this all morning.

neat coat she's got there.

Almost first.

Heather, Just have to add that everyday I look forward to coming to your site (it's the first site I go to!). You're funny, compassionate, caring and just plain awesome. You've brought humor and happiness to many people. Thanks for dooce.com and for being you!

Heidi

I could have been first but I was too busy feeling bummed that I missed the misheard song lyrics thread the other day.

My kid was 20 months old when he started singing "Folsom Prison Blues" by Johnny Cash because we are horrible parents who don't own any Wiggles CDs. Only instead of "I'm stuck in Folsom Prison" he sings "I'm sposed to look for a present..."
Hey, it was Christmastime. Why wouldn't the song be about a train bringing gifts?

And! My friend's kid thought Bob Dylan was singing "The ants are my friends, they're blowin' in the wind..."

Sorry, I'm always late. I'll be back to comment on this photo in a few days. :-)

You paparazzo, you!

It's lame, but it DOES feel good being near the top. I'll admit it. This is the closest I've gotten.

Dooce, I love your writing. Know that there are silent masses out there, like me, who think of you and pray for you and are humored by you daily. Thank you for giving us dooce.com.

HAHA. Once I saw an anchor and her husband meteorologist in the parking lot at a mall. I yelled their names and ran. Go Julie and Bill! Woot, Woot!

Heather,

I've been keeping an online journal for a few years, but until I started reading yours, I really only wrote about my design work. And, occasionally, I would write long-winded inner monologues that sounded like an insecure spoken word artist who didn't have the courage to stand in front of the crowd and just be herself.

One of the best things that happened to me last year was discovering Dooce. Because you are so open and honest, I felt an immediate kinship to you. (HEY! This chica is in love with her husband and her cuteass kid too! And she talks about it in her blog!) I related to your stories, and I loved how you could spill it all, even the bad stuff, and still have a sense of humor.

Because of you, I started a new journal completely from scratch. I talk about being a mom, and I talk about my insecurities about being a mom. I talk about my kids, and I talk about the little things they do that make me insanely happy and downright insane at the same time. As a result I have met many wonderful people, a lot of mommas just like me with the same experiences and the same ability to poke fun at those experiences. It's been very liberating to discover so many like-minded souls out there, who babble just as much as I do and can totally relate to things like my kids' potty humor.

Thank you for inspiring me to just be myself.
Krystyn

Haha! I'm taking advantage of my newfound status as #6 to post another comment!

Do you know that I am sitting here, refreshing this page periodically, just to keep track of the new comments?

And do you know (by "you", I mean the Entire Internet) that it feels really good to feel like I'm part of a conversation in the making?

Also, that's a funny photo.

I read your latest entry about two minutes ago and then I clicked away the window. But I came back, because that's what you do with dooce.com, you go back over and over again. Anyway, I saw that there was a new photo entry and thought "hey, what if I can be the first commenter!" I've always thought it was quite silly to try to be first, but when I realized I might have a chance it became less silly suddenly. Heh. But when I clicked on the photo I saw there was already 14 comments. Damn, you people are fast!

The guy behind the news crew is definitely thinking, "Hey! That's Heather B. Armstrong! I'm gonna be famous!"

Hey, Slow Talker, a local radio-show host once called *me* a Slow Talker. I was trying to be thoughtful and honest, and when he was finished with me he said "And that, folks, was a Slow Talker."

You could hear the capitalization. I felt like such a failure. He might as well have said "And that, folks, was the woman who strangled the Easter Bunny to death with her bare hands."

hey whats Beths site?? someone gotta link for me??

pretty please *batters eyelashes*