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Celebrating 100

Each load of laundry gets me one step closer to researching those nudist colonies in New Mexico
I realized this week that I published my 100 post. In a little over a year, I have written about all types of stuff; some funny, some not, some slightly offensive, some brutally honest and some that just came out of nowhere, which made you wonder what I was drinking at the time I wrote it.

There are days that I wonder who really reads this. I mean, I look at my stats and I know that I have audiences around the world. That one person in Indonesia matters to me as well as my one reader in Sweden, Australia, Colombia, and Brazil. I appreciate those two people in Great Britain, China, Canada and Indonesia. And I am happy with the 15 Russians, those 15 Germans and the several hundred of readers in the USA. Not sure if they were looking for porn and the search engine disappointingly let them to my site, but I can dream.

Looking at the posts with the post hits, "Potty Training Hell" is the number one post with over 370 views. Surprisingly, "Homeless Woman" was number two with 231 hits. Number three is "Playing Appropriately" with 197 hits.

I must admit that some days I wonder if I should continue writing and some days the words won't come because my head is spinning too fast. 

But, I have over 77 drafts that need to finish, so if you want to see them completed,  comment today. Let me know the funniest thing your kid(s), students did or said to you. 

I want to know. Really. Feedback is a nice thing. 

Happy 100 to Casa de Crazy.



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  1. Most recent funny this my son has said...We were driving to the store and he was being pretty quiet and then all of sudden he pipes up.. "so..when I get older do I just go knocking on doors to get a girlfriend?"

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