Have regard for your name, since it will remain for you longer than a great store of gold.

I have a unique name.  I also am not internet or real life famous.  So, finding information on Google on people with my name is pretty cool.

Cases in point:
- The white pages knows my name, my address, my parent's names, my sister's name, my age, and that I am the only person in the United States currently alive with that name.  Awesome and scary at the same time!  I suppose it doesn't help that I broadcast my name on my blog, but whatever.  Facebook has eradicated the possibility of anonymity on the internet long before I gave myself away.
- Lula Mae Hixon Cross' grave.
- I found myself on a website I've never heard of that basically gives a biography of someone including their online aliases.  They capture things from your profiles (in my case, it's info from my old Myspace profile) and partial addresses you've lived at.  Man, the internet is getting to be a bit much.  I'm actually pretty appalled at how much information they're giving out.  Thankfully, this profile has only has 4 views.  I feel bad for people who would draw more interest.  At least it's an old address.
- Also strange, pictures of other people whose G+ posts I have commented on come up under my name.  As do our names together with pictures of maps?  This is really bizarre.
- Lorena Mae Hixon's biography.  Lorena and I have the SAME BIRTHDAY.  Seriously?  Same name and same birthday?!  Except, she was born in 1918.

I tried this with Tyler, but he has virtually no internet presence.  Other people with his name, however, definitely do.  As there's even a domain with his full name.  I have no idea what the website is supposed to be promoting.  I did find an old modeling picture of Tyler, though.  That was cute.

Weird shit.  Try Googling yourself.  Tell me what you find!


Also, my neighbors are very drunk and very loud right now, as are their friends.  Annoying.

The perversity of the human spirit is such that when a young lady longs for one specific partner, every other partner counts for nothing.

I dropped Tyler off at the airport this afternoon.  He's in California attending his grandfather's funeral this weekend.  I miss him.  I was feeling really queasy after dropping him off (seriously, wtf is wrong with my stomach?), so instead of running any of the errands I planned to attend to, I went home and napped with the puppies.  Which was nice, but I miss him.  I'm a total wuss, I know.  We haven't spent a night apart for almost a year, so it's a little hard to get used to.  What can I say?  I like having him around.  I'm lonely, and because I wasn't feeling well, I missed any opportunity to meet up with friends.  Oh well, at least I have the pups and the internet.  Although, I can't say I've made a whole lot of use out of my internet time.

So far, I've organized my bookmarks, created a Linkin profile, wandered around Facebook, and caught up on journals.  Speaking of journals, I used to feel really bad that I am terrible at regularly updating this one.  Then I went and checked all of the journals I follow.  Only TWO of the journals I follow have been updated since I last checked them (and some of them I haven't checked in months).  Shame on you!

Here are the two that actually updated:
http://parasitehilton.tumblr.com/ - a friend's blog/tublr
http://pawcurious.com/ - I'm a nerd for spending my free time reading a veterinarian's blog, I know.  But she's fun, and I kind of want her life, but with my people.  So, I guess you could say she's kind of my idol, in a non religious way.  Duh, she's a veterinarian who also gets paid to blog.


I want this decor.  I wish we still styled ourselves and our homes like this:



I also wish instead of a mid-century home, I was able to afford a victorian home in a decent area.   You see, I made the mistake of falling in love with a home before talking to a realtor about it when we first began house shopping.  I fell in love with a gigantic, dilapidated victorian home that was very, very cheap.  It needed a whole new kitchen, and a lot of exterior work, but I didn't care.  The possibilities that ran through my head of the final product of this home were so enticing.  However, the possibility of this particular home being turned into a town house and rented out for profit was even more enticing for other buyers with cash offers.  We weren't able to act fast enough, and you learn.  I still dream about that house.  One day...


I'm feeling so morose.