To my 1am Visitor

To the person who banged on my door and rang the doorbell at 1:00am last night / this morning.... I am so bummed we did not get a chance to meet up! There I was, enjoying the quiet evening... de-stressing, playing a game. Then suddenly,

BANG BANG BANG BANG... dingdong! Dingdong!

After jumping a mile and having to restart my heart, I realized... someone was at my door... at 1am?? It must be someone dying to see me! I was so excited. I even debated on getting dressed, since you probably wanted to see me in my sexy jammies... why else would you ring at 1AM? But alas, I did dress (maybe that is why you ran away??). I started to yell, "Who's there? WHO IS THERE?" But no answer. You wanted to keep me in suspense. I peaked out the window... and saw no one... so.. you like games! You wanted me to come out and find you! So that I did... I opened the door and looked around.

"MARCO!... MARCO!... MARCO???"

No polo... I must have missed you. I knew I shouldn't have gotten dressed!

Please, next time you want to visit me... or just check if my doorbell is working.... I would so prefer it to be done during the day. I make great cookies, and can get you some lemonade if you stick around. Also, please, please, next time you decided to ring and run, do it before 9pm. You woke my kids up (not to mention scared the crap out of all of us)..... that doesn't make me like you much. And I want to like you..... really I do!

Till next time!

Blog Stalking/ers

I looked at my counter and since I put it up in Februaryish/March, I have had nearly 3,000 hits! Wow! That is a lot! Despite what some (my sisters) may think, I do not just sit and click 'refresh... refresh....refresh...' to get my numbers up (because if I did it would be in the upwards of 20,000 hits!!). Not all of those 3,000 clicks are me! That means... some of them must be YOU.. and YOU.. and YOU! Yes you… you know who you are!!

Are YOU a blog stalker? The definition of a blog stalker would be someone who reads blogs, but does not leave a comment. Ever. I myself and guilty of this. Yes, I know, SHOCKER!! I have a list of blogs I like to read, and do fairly often. However, every once in a while, I will start clicking on a blog of a blog of a blog, and find a friends sisters cousins best friends grandma's blog, who I remember meeting once, and I will read her blog, maybe several times. When doing this, I often feel like I'm invading privacy, or 'sneaking' a look. In reality, if the blog is out in the open (not secured), it is free for all. Do you ever feel like this? Do you ever find yourself reading a blog and feeling almost guilty because it is someone you haven't connected with in a while? FEAR NOT! I do not want you to feel that way when you are at my home in the world wide web!

I would like to invite you all....

RID YOUR BLOG STALKING GUILT!!

Maybe you are an ex girlfriend of an old ex-boytoy and you somehow heard my name and decided to see what I'm up to, to make sure you are better off than I am (not hard). Or maybe you are a friend that we met in 1st grade and some how you came across my blog, but don't want to say anything in fear that I will not remember you. Maybe you are someone I see all the time, but don’t want to admit you are blog stalking. Maybe you are a random stranger who just loves to see what I'm up to (5'9 1/2).... FEAR NOT! I do not judge (often). I would love to reconnect, say HI or even read your blog!

So that is my challenge to you… if you are reading this blog… leave a comment… say HI… and know, you are invited to put up with the crap I write. It’s your mind being wasted, not mine. :-)

Now for the ‘crap’ to be put up with:

I have a lot of fun pictures to share, however the cord to the camera is lost*. I can show you pictures of the camera, but that won't show you the fun that has been happening at our dive bomb. Oh yes, be jealous. We are having a grand ol’ time and will have a grand ol’ time next week, too!

So until I find the camera cord… fair thee well! And rid your blog stalking guilt here!

PS... when ridding your blog stalking guilt, please be so kind as to leave your name!

* Meaning Sam actually has taken and hidden it.