I want Lurkers!

So, I nearly always read Helen Erpud's blog (I even have a link to her blog up on my google home page--which is very cool BTW). I admire her ability to keep her sense of humor and strength in even the most difficult of situations. And, trust me, she's had very difficult news to deal with lately...

But, I mention this mostly because of her recent blog about a lurker (someone reading without leaving comments) to her blog from Kansas. She was asking who was from Kansas and that her best guess was that the lurker was me (AKA Super Steph). Well, I couldn't lurk anymore after that. I had to tell her I'm not in Kansas, but home in Mobile. (Funny anecdote about this city name in a minute). I'm just glad that she knows that I do keep track of her, in spite of how long it's been since we have talked or seen each other. It's just that we both are finishing our educations and live so far apart....etc, etc...

In short, it feels good to know that someone I like so much as a friend remembers me! AND, she knows I haven't forgotten her either. Heh. Maybe I am just a dork but it's true.

So, Mobile story....

Phone call to random customer service-type person:

CSR: "Could you verify your address for me?"
ME: "Sure. It's [blah, blah, blah]."
CSR: "What city?"
ME: "Mobile, Alabama" And, we southerners say it Moe-bill.
CSR: "Excuse me, what city?"
ME: (spelling it out for clarity) M-O-B-I-L-E
CSR: "Ohh, Mobile! Okay..." (He pronounces it Moe-Bile. As in a mobile hanging over a baby's crib, from the ceiling. Or, as in moveable object, you get the picture)
ME: "Well, yeah it's spelled like mobile, we southerners just do things a little differently than most other people."

At this point, I felt ever so slightly embarrassed by my heritage, but I got over it pretty quickly. People here are nice, and this is my home town so I'm a little biased.


Oh, and as for this blog title--I wouldn't mind a random reader or two. Just no creepy type stalker-like folks.