Admittance Criteria for Private Blog
I decided that I would start a private blog--which I can do now, since Blogger finally introduced password protection, thankya Jesus--that will include all things associated with my own weight-loss. I'm talking numbers, graphs, pictures, highs, lows, relationships as related to weight-loss, and anything else I think might fit under that umbrella, such as deep, dark secrets and yearnings in my SOOOOUL. So, if you want access to it, I have these criteria for admittance:
1) I must know you, either in person or over the intarweb. Like, now , as in we must have talked or emailed or had some type of communication within the past two or three months. Also, when I say know you , I do not mean in the biblical sense [of course there are only 6 people out there who would fit in that particular box--no pun intended--so, nobody named Craig, Chad, John, James, or Brian (Randy would not want to read it anyway, I know that much for sure), unless you have proof you have never been anywhere near my nether regions. There]. No exes or blasts from the past need apply. I do reserve the right to change my mind on the off chance you get to know me again and I feel comfortable letting you in.
2) You should either know my last name or know me well enough that I would not feel completely weird telling you what it is and/or need an emergency therapy session because omigod a stranger knows my last name omigod .
3) If you are a family member, I will probably have to hold off a while on giving you access. It's not you, it's me. Promise.
4) You must not be an enemy of mine or an enemy of a friend of mine. It should be fairly obvious if you are.
5) You must buy me a 24-carat white-gold diamond-encrusted tiara. (Okay, that's not really one of them. I just needed something to put here. It would be cool if you did buy me one, though; I could sell it and buy my Nikon. Or you could just give me a grand and save yourself a few thou and me the trouble of--sigh! bitchy Paris Hilton eyeroll!--selling it. Hey, it's up to you, Moneybags!)
6) You must have a blogger/gmail account. (That's not my criteria, it's Blogger's. If you don't, go here to sign up with Blogger or email me at bluedaisychain @ gmail . com and I will send you an invitation for a gmail account. Both are easy-peasy and free.)
7) If you meet all these criteria (extra points for a tiara OR a Nikon D50 or better--I am all about giving you choices!), and you work at a place that RECORDS YOUR MONITOR, YOU MUST PINKY SWEAR THAT YOU WILL NOT ACCESS THE SITE THERE. I am going to post progress pictures of my big-ol'-yet-shrinking self (YES, THAT'S RIGHT) and I do not want them frozen on some supervisor's screen for all eternity. (I'm looking at you, call center employees.) (And I will know if you have. I HAVE MY WAYS.)
1) I must know you, either in person or over the intarweb. Like, now , as in we must have talked or emailed or had some type of communication within the past two or three months. Also, when I say know you , I do not mean in the biblical sense [of course there are only 6 people out there who would fit in that particular box--no pun intended--so, nobody named Craig, Chad, John, James, or Brian (Randy would not want to read it anyway, I know that much for sure), unless you have proof you have never been anywhere near my nether regions. There]. No exes or blasts from the past need apply. I do reserve the right to change my mind on the off chance you get to know me again and I feel comfortable letting you in.
2) You should either know my last name or know me well enough that I would not feel completely weird telling you what it is and/or need an emergency therapy session because omigod a stranger knows my last name omigod .
3) If you are a family member, I will probably have to hold off a while on giving you access. It's not you, it's me. Promise.
4) You must not be an enemy of mine or an enemy of a friend of mine. It should be fairly obvious if you are.
5) You must buy me a 24-carat white-gold diamond-encrusted tiara. (Okay, that's not really one of them. I just needed something to put here. It would be cool if you did buy me one, though; I could sell it and buy my Nikon. Or you could just give me a grand and save yourself a few thou and me the trouble of--sigh! bitchy Paris Hilton eyeroll!--selling it. Hey, it's up to you, Moneybags!)
6) You must have a blogger/gmail account. (That's not my criteria, it's Blogger's. If you don't, go here to sign up with Blogger or email me at bluedaisychain @ gmail . com and I will send you an invitation for a gmail account. Both are easy-peasy and free.)
7) If you meet all these criteria (extra points for a tiara OR a Nikon D50 or better--I am all about giving you choices!), and you work at a place that RECORDS YOUR MONITOR, YOU MUST PINKY SWEAR THAT YOU WILL NOT ACCESS THE SITE THERE. I am going to post progress pictures of my big-ol'-yet-shrinking self (YES, THAT'S RIGHT) and I do not want them frozen on some supervisor's screen for all eternity. (I'm looking at you, call center employees.) (And I will know if you have. I HAVE MY WAYS.)
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