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10,000 Maniacs

I'm really getting close to 10,000 visitors...

If you scroll down to the bottom of the page, you'll see what I mean.

Now, there are so many of you who stop by and never comment, but I'm telling you right now, that if you come to T.F.T.D.R. and you scroll down to the counter and you're number 10,000, you need to leave a comment.

And then I'll send you a goody box. Full of fun stuff. If you're a scrapbooker, it will be a pile o' scrapping stuff, and if you're not, it'll be a pile o' other stuff.

Won't this be fun? It's sort of like a party, without the cake.

All this and my bloggy birthday is almost more excitement than I can take.

Good times, here at Thoughts From the Deep Recesses.

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  1. Anonymous10:13 AM

    oh stinkin' eh girlie!

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  2. Anonymous9:45 AM

    I've been a lurker for awhile... looks like I missed being # 10,000 by 3... I'm visitor # 9,997. Almost there! :-)

    Char

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  3. I'm 9998... via Mindy's blog.

    Ah, well.

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  4. Anonymous10:14 AM

    Hey!!! I'm 10,000! Cool! Congratulations on your big mile stone.

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  5. Anonymous10:21 AM

    For proof of my outstanding acheivement,
    see my screen dump.

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  6. Anonymous10:25 AM

    Um, I just looked and it said 10,000. Does that mean I'm the winner?! WooHoo!! Congrats on so many views of your blog - you have been keeping me in stitches for sure!

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  7. Anonymous10:40 AM

    Noooo! I'm 10,001...Ugh...I knew I should have come here first...*LOL*

    Happy 10,000 visitors Cath!

    M~

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  8. Well, I'm not sure how two people got the same screen count, but I'm going to send happy things to both Ken and Stephanie...

    Yay for 10,000 visitors!!!

    Stephanie - you'll need to email me your snail mail addy to:

    cathyandasia@msn.com

    Again - thanks for visiting, everyone!!!

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