So, today is the anniversary of the start of the Palace.  Yep, back in 2005, on June 23rd, I made my first post.   So this seems appropriate: 

If not appropriate for the Palace, certainly appropriate for me. 

Anyway....2005, let's see....

George Bush is president. Barack Obama was just months into his first term as a Senator from Illinois.  Joe Biden was four years into his sixth term as a Senator from Delaware.   Dementia Don tRump was a failed business man/real estate mogul/and reality TV personality who was, later in the year, going to give an Access Hollywood interview where he talks about pussy grabbing. 

 Average price of a gallon of gas: $2.30

Average price of a gallon of milk: $3.19

Average price of a dozen eggs: $ 1.22

Average family household income was $58,000 a year

Average cost of new home: $252,000

Number 1 movie of the year: Star Wars, Revenge Of The Sith

Number 1 tv show: American Idol

Number 1 song: We Belong Together by Mariah Carey

Number 1 book: The DaVinci Code by Dan Brown

I was nine years into my current job.  I was two years past leaving Borders.  I was living in my apartment.  I was driving Miss Cleo, the 2001 White Pontiac Concorde.

My father, my maternal grandmother, my maternal uncle, Ag, and my Mark my Fairy Godfather were all still alive. Four my seven lil cousins were not yet born.  My most recent boyfriend was 14 years old. I was several years away from meeting any of the Puntabupeeps.

I was not on insulin yet, only pills.  I had not had to get shots in my eyes yet.  I weighed, I think, about 40 pounds more than I do now.

We had just gotten the internet at work, and it was there, somehow, I discovered Blogspot.  I spent down time just passing through random blogs, seeing what I'd see. (I did this at work as we had fast internet service there, at home I still had dial up). 

Eventually, I decided to try making my own.  I first tried Polt's Place.  But somehow that was already taken.   So, Ag was visiting in my apartment at the time, and I vividly remember looking over my shoulder and the sofa (the computer desk was behind my sofa which divided my living room) to where Ag sat at telling her it was taken.  She thought a moment and said, "Well try Poltscastle."   But as I thought a moment I realized Polt's Palace rolled off the tongue better.  

And thus was it named. 

And twenty long years later....he we are. 

POLT