I've been floating around on auto pilot for over a week now, completely stressed out about something I can't blog just yet. But the one good thing about being on auto pilot, is that I manage my stress by getting lots of things done, alas the blog has been neglected. I have to admit that I've also ignored the blog, because my conscience is telling me to blog this whole stressful ordeal, and my head is wanting to sort it all out first. I'm going with the head on this one.
I do have good things to blog - But I'm waiting for some afternoon sun today to take some pictures of the gorgeous contents of a package from my SP, my last hand knit of 2006 - a pair of ORANGE socks all for me, some birthday socks in progress, and a sweater for the nearly one year old nephew.
With that said, I've been getting some odd hits to the blog suddenly. Ironically the hits started on the day that said stressful situation came about. So I have a sneaky suspicion that I know who is coming by, and frankly, this person isn't welcome here. I don't think most people realize that site hits can be tracked, down to the longitude and latitude of the computer its coming from. Hell, I even know the operating system and browser being used.
So friends, family members, and faithful readers, avert your eyes for a second and allow me to put on my immaturity hat..

You insignificant little twerp, suffering from short man's syndrome with a touch of Richard Martin Envy.. At best your an incompetent, unprofessional, brown nosing rat. At worst, well, you know what you are. So shoo, go away, and allow karma to come and bite you, because it will - in short order.

Sure its immature, childish, and petty... But I am a catty bitch. I know it and embrace it - especially when it comes to situations that affect my family. Besides, damn it feels good having said it.

Around a year ago on this day..

• why oh why - 2006
• Did I read this right? - 2005