I was googled!

I was googled by an ex boyfriend and he actually emailed me.

I know I should probably protect myself from such googling... I mean, my little cobweb is not that safe. A friend of mine noted that I even have address and phone number on it. (oops). In 99 or so, identity theft wasn't such a threat, spam was something we ate for lunch as a kid, and only on special occasions. Googling was...googling was not even a word. To google someone might mean to tickle them, or tag them, or scare them "google google".

I googled myself to find out what I would find. I found a joke that I sent to someone in the mid 90's on some joke mailing list that someone archived. I found a posting I put on the AFS list in 98. I found my web sites, both of them.

I have no secrets.

I think it's pretty wonderful that I can look back on all that time and space between now and July of 92 , when this particular friendship ended and see how it all turned out fine, just like my best friend said it would (and she's still my best friend).

And now, I sit in my happy, trembling life, my daughter sings a Patty Griffin tune in her room, the moon is full or nearly so and all is well.