Well so much for long engagements...

Ohhhh Myyyyy

My baby, aka Surly Teenager, aka Sara, is ENGAGED!

Here's to long engagements!

Know what this is?

Proof that I have the world's most thoughtful husband.

I complained once or twice about not being able to have everything plugged in at once. I had to crawl under the bedside drawers to rearrange cords in order to use my flat iron. And then I gave my one plug in charger to one of the kids and that left me juggling charging my phone and iPad.

My darling husband came home last night and said he had brought me a present. And then he even installed it the very next morning.

That is my phone charging on the left and my iPad charging on the right and TWO open outlets!

I'm a spoiled princess.

Smile! You're On Candid Camera

Cell phone cameras are EVERYWHERE.  Have you seen the website called 'People of Walmart' that is pictures of the interesting clientele that can frequent a Walmart?  Every time I look on it, I am terrified I am going to come across a picture of myself; bending over to get something and my butt crack is showing or something.

So the other day I'm driving in our pick-up.  I stop at a red light and I glance in my rear view mirror and see a car pulls up behind me.  A few seconds later I glance up again and the driver and passenger both have cell phones out and holding them.

Clearly taking a picture of my truck.

I'm puzzled.  Why are they taking a picture?  I pat my head to make sure I don't have wild hair.  I rack my brain - did I shut something in the tailgate? No. Did I run over a small animal or child and have bits and pieces stuck back there?  I don't think so.

WHAT WAS IT??

Then the light turns green and I sit a second longer, still looking in the mirror and they still have the cameras up.  Did they not get a good picture?  Or worse..are they shooting video?  WHAT IS GOING ON BACK THERE??

So now it's driving me a little crazy.  I pull into the first parking lot I come to and get out and look to see what was so fascinating and picture worthy.

Nothing.  Absolutely nothing.

I can only assume they were enjoying my bumper sticker "The Internet Makes You Stupid".

Just looking around

I have notifications sent to my email whenever someone leaves a comment.  I know people spam comments on blogs and I wanted to know if it happened so I could delete them.

On a regular basis I get emails regarding this post and this one.  From 2008 and 2009. (Both written by Hubby.  Hmmm.)

I know that the only people who read my drivel is family. (Anybody else who happens across me is usually Google-ing for something to do with those darn bananas they have in their freezers.  Sorry.  No help here.) And I know any old stuff is probably only looked at by me when I'm trying to remember when something happened.  So I figured since those seemed to be the main posts getting spammed, and they are from 2008/2009, I'd leave it alone and let the spam continue.

Then today I get 3 comment emails for the 2008 post.  It's usually 4 or 5 a month.  I thought 3 in a day might mean I needed to actually delete some stuff.

I sign into blogger.com, which I haven't done in a while. (I know.  I need to post more.) New layout! So I start looking around at things.  One of the things they have added is a little 'Stats' section.  And it shows pageviews.  2008 post has 94 pageviews and 2009 post has 407.  I pull up the old posts to delete the spam comments.  On the 2008 there none.  On the 2009 there were 3.

I have no idea why I get emails saying a comment has been left but they aren't there.  Internet magic, I guess.  One of these days I will have to learn how this stuff actually works.

I really like looking at the 'Audience' stats.  It shows all the different countries that have visited.  Netherlands, Russia, Germany, Latvia, Canada, United Kingdom, Turkey, France and Japan.

Bedankt voor het langskomen! 
возвращаются снова скоро!
Es war schön, Sie zu sehen!
Es ceru, ka jums patika jūsu apmeklējumu!
Drop by anytime for a two-four, eh?
I'm chuffed as nuts you were here!
Daha sık ziyaret edersem daha sık yazacağım!
Profitez du reste de votre journée!
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A little something for the international visitors.

Well No Wonder...

our air conditioner was not working very well. (get ready to say ewwww)

The internet is just chock full of stuff

Live Penguin Cam!

(click up there on Live Penguin Cam!)

I'm not going to tell you how long I sat and watched and giggled.

Wrong Demographic

I would like to know why I am suddenly getting all these emails with subjects like:

Senior People Meet - singles 50+ in your area!

Dating Over 50

Join AARP

Stop it! Not only am I NOT over 50, I don't think Hubby would appreciate me dating again.

Officially EMPTY

The last little birdie has left the nest.

Surly NonTeenager moved in with The BoyFriend this week.

It was so cute. She actually called and asked my permission. Then later that night when Hubby and I went by to see the place, she says "I was surprised you let me". Hubby and I cracked up. She looked confused, so Hubby asks her "how exactly could we stop you?". She looks over at me and I nod and say "you are 20 after all". She gets this 'oh, really?' look on her face and asks, "so I can go wherever I want"? I kind of laughed and said in an obviously joking way "no, go pack your clothes, you're coming home with us". She smiled a little and said "no" like she was trying it out. I shrugged and said "ok". She looked a little amazed. It was very amusing.

And so the nest is empty.

It's weird, she would spend the night out all the time. Sometimes for a couple of days at a time. But even when she was gone it still always felt like she was 'around'.

Now that she has officially moved out, it feels different. She feels gone. The house feels emptier.

And kinda weird.

It's not a bad feeling. Just weird. Different. It's going to take some getting used to.

Sad Sad Pitiful and Sad

You know it has been too long since you have been on your treadmill when you can't remember how to lower it and have to call your husband and ask do you pull the knob or turn it?

A Letter

Dear Mr. Construction Worker,

I understand how you could think standing behind your truck to pee would keep you from being seen.

And it does block the view to your fellow construction workers.

But there is a six story office building behind you.

And some people work on Saturdays.

Sincerely,

A third floor worker

P.S. you didn't wash your hands