Whatta move!

Whew, this has been a tough move. Picking up and leaving behind your beloved old blogspot is a not for the weak of heart. First you have to make the decision that is best for your family. Do you stay in the small town with your last name on the mailbox, where everyone knows all your bidness and drops in whenever or do you move to the gated community where you need a password to gain access thereby controlling who visits you? I didn't want to go to the gated community nor did I ever consider it, so I opted for something in-between. I dropped the name on my mailbox and moved to "the blogger burbs." A place where you can stay anonymous for the most part but still hang with your homies. After making the decision, I had to find a new place in the blogger burbs and hope that there wasn't someone living in it. That proved to be a tad difficult. I tried to move to "thisisthelife.blogspot.com" but some pimply faced, squeaky voiced (well I'm not certain, but I am imagining he is) teenage boy owns it. He appears to have only lived there briefly. This is what he left behind: And I quote (well, actually, copied and pasted):

...Well, today I signed up for blogger. I got tired of diaryland so fast, and scribble got boring. So, we're gonna try this for a while. Hope it all works out. I havent wrote in my online journals in a long time. School started a few days ago. It's ok. I hate my italian teacher though. Yuck. Atleast me and Chris are in the same class. Chris is my good buddy. What a man, what a man, what a mighty strong man. I'm tired. "The sea is foamin' like a bottle of beer. The wave is comin but I ain't gonna fear. I'm waxin' down so that I'll go real fast. I'm waxin' down because it's really a blast. I'm goin' surfin cuz I don't like your face. I'm bailin' out because I hate the race of rats that run round and round in the maze. I'm goin' surfin', I'm goin' surfin'!" - Weezer

That's deep stuff folks. To answer him, it looks like blogger didn't work out for him because he "havent wrote" or posted in almost EIGHT YEARS. It's been so long that that his friend Chris who he claims is "a great man" was probably his "best man" and now has kids of his own quoting Weezer. Give it up already, will ya, whatever your name is. I wanted to put in an offer to take it off his hands, but it appears he hasn't lived there since September 2000. And it looks like he only lived there for, ummm let's see, one stinkin' day. Eight years ago! I asked Blogger to evict him, but they couldn't. Nope. Can't do it until he decides to relinquish it. So irritating. After that, I had to check with the real estate agent for another address and happened upon this really neat place called "thisisthelife-dmn.blogspot.com." I "settled" last Friday. And since you are reading this, that means you received the "change of address" notice. It appears that many of my "old friends" and even some "new friends" have found me. That was the one thing I was worried about. But leaving a forwarding address at the old "spot" seems to have worked so far. I have had lots of visitors stop by today for a diet coke with lemon and say "Hi." Well, no one has really said "Hi." They've just done drive byes. (Is that how you spell it?) A couple of people have stopped by the old place only to find it vacant. I did leave the electricity on so that I could see how much usage there is, but I gotta admit it's a little lonely over there right now.

Now that I've moved in, you'll have to pardon the dust. I am doing a little re-decorating. I like things tidy and pulled together and that sidebar has been bugging me. So I contacted my fairy blogmother, Darcy, who squeezed me in between jobs, (shhhh, don't tell) and is designing me some fantastic new closet space for all the crap lovely things that are stored over there. I have to do some purging, but it will look so purdee when it's done. That fairy blogmother of mine really does make dreams come true.

So it's time to update your address books, your blackberries, your strawberries, your whatever-berries you use to link your bloggy friends with my new address. What's that you say? You've never linked me? Well what are you waiting for? I'll link you...if you just tell me who you are!