And my dahling Linder Pants, who always leaves the sweetest comments. I heart you. Hey, what are you making this weekend? Are you packed for Egypt? Will you bring me back some sand?
And just, well, ALL of you. Hugs.
No one in my family leaves comments, which is funny to me, and is probably best because they're all peculiar. Uncle Brad, the one whose children fight over who hangs up the squirrel tail Christmas ornament each year. Uncle Greg who doesn't have internet at the house (poor Jake and Drew), but checks it at work. Cousin Benjamin does leave comments, thank you, Benny! Jena (Blonde Dog) and Aunt Johnnie read, I know. Sara and Noah don't even know how to use computers. Peter's always with his lady friend, Brooke. Papaw A reads it, only when Mamaw lets him. Mamaw and Papaw P can barely work a lamp, so, no technology for them. Dad reads it and the only reason I know that is because, every now and then, if it's a post he really likes, I'll get a text message that says:
I like your blog.
I think some of David's family reads. I hope y'all don't think less of me now because of it. I'm not really not THAT weird. I dunno, some of you are pretty crazy yourself...South Carolina...uh huh.
And Mom checks it every day. Thanks, Mumsy! And if I haven't posted that day, she'll call and say, "Are you going to blog today?" Twins and a full-time job...uh, when I have a second. But, thank you for your enthusiasm and support.
Thanks to my overseas and Canadian readers. You guys have stuck with me and I appreciate it. And Slovakia! You guys rock.
I have one of those invisible counter things that shows me how many people visit and from where each day. I mean, it doesn't give me an address or anything (or maybe it does...mwah ha haaaaa), but it shows the general area. And about 99% of you are silent readers...s'cool. Because, I am, too. Eeeck, there, I admitted it. I'm a blog stalker. If you've ever left a comment with a link to your name, I now have your blog bookmarked in Safari. Whoa! Ruth's a creep-o! It's funny because Katy from Monster Proof, wrote a similar post about silent readers a few weeks ago (and it absolutely made my day...thank you!!). I started this blog in 2008, I think it was, thinking it'd be a fun way for family to keep up with us and our goings on. And as an outlet for me, because I was about to start working from home, and I talk a LOT and not being in an office environment to talk to people meant David would be INUNDATED by a conversational flood whenever he walked through the door. I never imagined anybody else would read it. But, YAY! It makes me happy.
Thank you guys for reading Bogue & Weejer. It's completely ridiculous and absolutely accomplishes nothing, but I'm glad you like it.
I'll leave you with this little gem...
Greg is the husband of the art director, Kate, at a company I used to work for a few years go. They have a young son, Ben. And this is what Greg posted on his Facebook last weekend:
I was on the floor wrestling with Ben when this conversation ensued...
Ben: What's that smell?
Greg: That's the smell of your own mortality.
Ben: Is mortality a butt?