Eek!

Hmm….ticker is broken….bleh.

Anyway. I got scared shitless today. I was checking MySpace, and I had a message from this guy Dustin, who asked me if I was Nell _____’s (mom’s maiden name/my maiden name) daughter. WTF? The only Dustin I could think of was my cousin, and well, duh my cousin would know who I am….but this guy looked NOTHING like my cousin, not to mention the fact that he lives in Chesapeake, VA.

So I asked who was asking. He responds with "Dusty H., as you can see from my signature"…well, no shit, sherlock. Then he proceeds to say "I thought you didn’t like being called Stace, or at least when people spelled your name with an E"…..WTF?? How would this guy know that about me?

Called mom to ask her….I was trying to give her the URL to his profile, but she must have been typing it in wrong because she couldn’t get it to come up, but she’s pretty sure that it’s one of my brothers’ friends. Freaked me the hell out though. Danny must have put him up to this, because I’m pretty sure I’ve never met the guy, and how else would he have known my last name to even be able to look for me? For that matter, how did either one of them know that I have a MySpace account? Oh, I’m gonna rip into Danny good for this one.

Anyway. Mom brought me the stuff that she’s bought for the baby so far. An Anne Geddes baby book. Some washcloths (I laughed at her ’cause she wants me to have a boy, but there are some pink cloths in the package). A Winnie the Pooh blanket. And….

some Harley Davidson baby booties.

 

^ The black ones. My mom is nuts, y’all.

Anyway. American Idol is starting in a few minutes. Have to watch it all by myself though – Jake is at the Academy now, they had night shooting today. Meh.

 

More later.