curiosity kills...or at least makes you insane!

so i can't sleep tonight. every muscle in my body is telling me otherwise but then i lay here with my eyes closed & my brain swirling around random thoughts to keep me awake.

(mmmm, that stir-fy was good tonight. i love teriyaki sauce so much. kikoman is the best brand of teriyaki. oops, i didn't switch the laundry. where are we going to go after this year is up? is carrot top plotting his revenge? do i need to still sleep with a bat under my bed? when is the treadmill key i won off of ebay going to get here? it's dark in here. why did i watch the last 10 minutes of "the grudge" the other day? i knew that was a bad idea. even if 8 out of the 10 minutes my eyes were closed. when did caleb learn how to talk so well? where on earth is my turbo jam dvd?)

you get the idea. so of course i decide to try to 'zone out' by getting caught up on some blogs. then i check my sitemeter. i look at the locations of visitors. which brings me to the point of this posting. i'm not quite sure who everybody is that is reading this. then i start to rack my brain....who do i know in wisconsin? louisiana? virginia? i go through my list of friends who are mostly spread out through the u.s. but still can't come up with answers to many of the locations that are popping up.

side note: ben just started talking in his sleep. most of the time if this happens he just rambles nonsense. i try to toy with him, asking him questions & pretending to be in the middle of whatever conversation he is dreaming about. usually to no avail. but this one is pretty funny. he actually just repeated the steps to "interrupting appropriately" which is a social skill we teach our group home kids. then he just congratulated me on a "job well done." poor overworked fella.

back to my rambling. putting it mildly, i am a person who can't just leave things alone. if i suspect that a surprise is coming for me...birthday or something, i purposely wear the secret-holder DOWN until they finally crack and tell me. i am so annoying that it is an art. but this situation is a whole new ball of wax. i can't wear anyone down, can't crack the code.

so this is an open invitation to my secret friends. write me a note. introduce yourselves. don't be shy. tell me how you came across our page. i think it would be so awesome to find out what brought you here. and if you have a blog i'd love to check it out. especially on nights like these.

at least it would be one less question my brain would have to ponder about at 3 am.