You didn’t?

It’s probably because I just made it up. (And what a great number of a day… 1/11/11. Perfect for a made-up national blog stalking day – if there is an actual day, and I just don’t know about it. Let me know, that would be neat.)

I have been thinking a little bit about security and how much of my life is online right now. With my blog, facebook, twitter, youtube, if a person wanted to, they could know a lot about me. I try to be safe about things and not post my address or phone number. I try not to announce to the internet world when I am going to be out of town and my house will be left unattended. I have even make it so my blog doesn’t show up in search engines like google when people search for my name… which is good and bad.

Undoubtedly, I do things that can be considered not safe. Posting my family’s real names or pictures of my little man. But I have chosen to do so, and have chosen to not make my blog private (yet).

Really, what I’m trying to say is that I have a love/hate relationship with technology. I love how easy it is to stay in touch with people you care about, or people you haven’t seen for a long time. I love that even though I may not talk to my friends on the phone regularly, I can still know what is going on in their lives. And I love that I can share what is going on in my life. But there are negatives to having so much easily available to the masses…

So to help make me feel a little better about it, I have declared today National “Are You Stalking Me?” Day!

Here’s what you do:

If you are stalking me, let me know.

I’m glad you’re here and don’t care if you read every time I post, just every once in a while, or if you just stumbled on my blog today. Just tell me who you are; leave a comment with your first name and (because I’m curious) how you read my blog (through a feed reader, by visiting every once in a while to see if I’ve updated, or another way). If you have a blog too, leave the address. I always love having more friends to connect with and more fun blogs to read.

If you are stalking me, and choose not to leave a comment… shame on you for being creepy.

Then pass it on. Post something like this on your blog and find out who’s stalking you. And stop secretly stalking. Say hello to your favorite blogging friends by leaving a comment and letting them know you are there (this is probably only important for personal/family-type blogs, I don’t think blogs who are trying to get followers care if you are secretly stalking them).

Thanks so much for sharing in National “Are you stalking me?” Day. I look forward to seeing who you are.

This will be great for updating my list of favorite blogs in my sidebar too. I’ve been meaning to do that for far too long.

Then it hit me as I looked at the profile picture: it was an ultrasound, our ultrasound. James Phelps is our baby. Our baby set up a facebook page. I looked at it for a few seconds and started laughing.

James Phelps

James’ info says: “-4 months old, Taurus, waiting to make a big splash.”

As I read through his status updates and the rest of his information page, I kept laughing and laughing. In the end I was laughing so hard I was crying.

I knew that Bryan and I were pretty geeky and too many of our conversations have something to do with the internet, but I never imagined our baby would pick up our on all of it so quickly.  ha ha ha!

I think my favorite status update so far has been:

The other thing I think is too funny about our baby’s facebook page is the mixed reactions we have gotten from it. There are some that thing the whole this is bizarre and creepy and some that think it’s just as funny as I thought. My little brother thought it was pretty cool that the baby got wi-fi in there…but thinks the wi-fi might not be the best thing for the baby.  ha ha!

If you’re worried that we might be crazy, and want to tell us that our baby didn’t actually set up a facebook page for himself, don’t worry. It’s just a joke. And I must admit, if you read through his posts, my wonderful husband (who set up the page, but swears it was the baby) is very witty.