I know you are out there. That's right I am talking to you. YOU! Go ahead, look protectively around your shoulder... Now look back... Look me in the eye and listen carefully.
I realize I have a handful of readers. And believe it or not, I know who most of you are. I keep tabs on you, much like you do me, though in not nearly as funny, interesting, or pictorial a form. Consider yourself the lucky ones. I see when you come and how long you stay, what you read, and what color underwear you have on for the day! (well, maybe not the underwear part, but you get the idea!) I love the familiar faces of Linn Creek, Missouri, Fairfield Bay, Arkansas, and Palo, Iowa (just to name a few). You don't even have to comment regularly, I feel loved and secure. Believe it or not, I am not talking to you, my faithful few (you may now take a relaxing sigh of relief and go back to your lurking in peace.

I am talking to you. You, who have been coming, reading, and coming back again, after, I, for the first time have publicly linked to this site.
I know you are out there, the estranged high school friends, the weird college people, and the few random vet school peers... I know you are out there, I know you are reading my blog, and I know you keep coming back... BUT I don't know who you are! And that is driving me more insane then I had banked on! Can you feel the insanity vibes jumping from the screen?!? You new sneaky people make me feel stalked and exposed. So, you blog lurkers who most likely know me in real life, let's get some things straight, m'kay?
1)I write what I want, and I try to be truthful.
2)I don't write very regularly or very often.
3)I allow myself to be somewhat vulnerable. So be nice.
4)I do appreciate comments, let me know who you are, what you think, etc. (it's only fair really, I write for you, and you drop a little note to say, "hey!" once in a while, yeah... That would be nice!)

Well, I feel better now! Enjoy the blog! And keep coming back! I will be unveiling the newest addition to our small family over the weekend sometime! That's right! Wee! I will give you a little teaser though: Her name is Priscilla ;)

Thanks to the my friend Lyz and a quirky quiz, I have proven, with what I am sure is a great deal of certainty, that I have indeed transplanted well. Well indeed.
Your Linguistic Profile:
55% General American English
20% Upper Midwestern
15% Yankee
5% Midwestern
0% Dixie

"Nice haircut!" I say getting into the waiting car. I suppose the comment rolled from my lips because 1: I knew he was getting a haircut today, and 2: he had definitely gotten said haircut... All the same, I should have chosen my words more carefully... For example, I may have considered leaving out the part about it being nice... He responded with a drawn out "Yeah..." "Yeah..." I echoed as I began to look a little closer... and from slightly different angles... "What happened!" I begin to giggle.
You have to understand the Code Poet - he's got style! He knows what he likes and likes what he likes! He has always put a great deal of time and energy into his self image. He takes great care in planning outfits, (er.. He probably has a more sophisticated and manly term...) shopping for clothing, and styling his hair(or lack there of ie: ask him someday about the infamous flavor savor!)
I have to say, I don't always 'get' his style, often am frustrated by it's oh-so-holy value within our marriage (I might go so far as to equate it to the proverbial 'other woman'), and from time to time am hurt by it (take for example the many times my thoughtful and beautiful gifts are returned to the store for something more suitable to 'The Style'. That being said... He's got IT - it's undeniable! He looks good - just about all the time... I won't argue a word when it comes to this truth.
So back to his hair. He had a stylist for years. Then I came along and feigned jealousy, so he handed the clippers over to me. To be realistic, something inside of him was most likely cringing and quaking - rolling over in disgust and fear.. But however strong the impulse to run and hide was, it paled in comparison to the thought of sitting in a tub with his shirt off, a cute girl snipping and buzzing and touching his hair...
That is, until the day I snipped a divot in the back of his head... requiring a full blown buzz cut to fix it - a buzz cut!!! Let's just say, no matter how cute I was, no matter how big my boobs were... I was never allowed to pick up a set of clippers again. The man apparently has a line, and I crossed over it in a very big way!
He has since spent his time trying to find just the right person to fill the void. He once spent over thirty dollars, on supposedly the 'best haircut ever'! To this day, He still recalls it with ruptured delight - in the same tones I might describe our honeymoon week... Needless to say, he never went back! Those big boobs still have a little power left!
Finally, He discovered a talented and reasonably priced beautician... Got a few good cuts out of her, was even on an automatic scheduling system (yeah it was a fast moving relationship!)
Then she up and went on maternity leave!
Does it get any better than that!?!
Then today happened.
I probably shouldn't enjoy this so much :)

Welcome to my new site! What do you think? All praise and glory goes to the Code Poet - he is a great man with an amazing talent! (and is definitely getting some tonight!)
I suppose, now that I have this rocking interface you will all expect me to write inspiring and interesting posts to go into it... I dunno though, just staring at it's prettiness and clicking all of the cool pull-downs and custom buttons may keep me otherwise occupied for a little while... HAHA just kidding... or not....
Toodles, the night is young, and I have important things to get to!

I am not feeling incredibly artistic at the moment. I suppose I have a lot to write about, as the last three weeks have been pretty wonderful... But for now, I have been busy getting chores done and am not in a particularly festive or nostalgic spirit. Maybe later in the week... For now I am here to tell you to jump on over to my flickr site (click on the photo badge on my sidebar), as I am beginning to upload and organize my pictures. See something you like, let me know. You can comment on the individual pictures once you have registered for a FREE account. A little bit of a hassle I know, but it is a great photo tool, if you take any digital pictures at all! If you want any of the photos for your self, I can set the preferences to allow you to download. Also, flickr has a printing service as well. I have yet to try it, but I have heard nothing but good things! All I ask is that you keep me posted on what you like and want. I will continue to be adding and updating this week!
Love you all!
Oh! And now that I have seen so many of you blog lurkers in person, I expect a little more in my comment box in the future!