Happy Birthday to Us! Number Three.

Okay, technically, we turned three yesterday. This morning I vaguely remembered it was around this time of year (breakup, of course) that I finally just had "had it!" and was annoyed enough by my day job and the state of the world (Bush, Murkowski, etc.) that I started fiddling with Blogspot.

Since then, of course, I've shed the stupid day job and got a proper job, moved out of my dry cabin and mourned the loss of my late great Subaru Loyale, Francesca.

Three years of so-so layout, near endless sentences and not an insignificant number of posts about poop. All anonymously, or semi-anonymously at this point. I figure if I ever have something so earth shatteringly important and had to put it up online, I'd go ahead and out myself.

Y'all might be waiting a while.

But yet, here we are, tiny and humble and grumpy. People still come here, which, honestly, shocks me. I thought I'd share some of the keywords that brought readers to FBH recently:

• what to do with the slop bucket water in a dry cabin
• taco king fairbanks
• fiery blazing handbasket
• appearnace
• alaska airline is it on this month of april?
• sarah palin
• cougar rock road
• carolyn mark rumour
• anchored down in anchorage
• opec capital
• libby reynolds iditard

At least 'Maxi Mounds' is off the list after something like a year on it. After Flic posted about, uh, something a while ago, any number of people looking for a ridiculously oversized set of implant boobs kept landing here. I suspect they were more than a bit disappointed.

As for those of you led here by the slop bucket question, the answer is simple: take it out away from the cabin and dump it.