Arachnophobia

This picture is the definition of "Arachnophobia". No one told me that when I was moving to the mountains to enjoy the mountain air, the trees, the colors of the leaves in the fall, and to watch out for the gigantic house guest with eight legs! If someone had, perhaps my reaction to this enormous creature would have been a little more subdued than a screaming thirty year old huddled on the edge of the coffee table telling her husband to get the shot gun.

Random Sunday

Here are my good friends that hung out at the park with me while I waited to go to my other friends house.Brittany and Ian, sometimes I forget what good friends I have here and these are two of them.

Ian with my little Lani. Awwww...

Trista on the swing, smiling baby.

Lani in the general store apparently.

New stats bar

Apparently, I am dependent upon what other people think of me. I continuously check my blogger stats, the comments on my facebook posts, even the comments on my tweets. I am obsessed with what the world thinks of me as well. Today I checked my blogger stats and I have one view from the Netherlands. ONLY ONE. Instead of being like a normal human being and going "cool someone from the Netherlands has seen my site" I am the freak-a-zoid that says to herself "whats wrong with me? how come I only have ONE view from the Netherlands? What is so wrong about my family and antics that there is only one person in the Netherlands who has seen my site?"

Of course, it does not occur to me that perhaps they were just skimming through the sites and just clicking next blog, it also does not occur to me that perhaps this person doesn't even speak or read english. (Do they speak english in the Netherlands?) And maybe, just maybe, there is only ONE person in the Netherlands with internet access so the whole country gets together to check blogs and maybe just that ONE view on my page had more than 500 people looking instead.

Hmmm...perhaps.