October 29, 2008

If you love me....

Do me one small favor will you? While I'm out of commission tomorrow & the next day & possibly the next & maybe the one after that, will you please de-lurk? I'm thrilled every time I discover a new follower/Farmie has added their tiny picture to my side bar (it does wonderful things for my ego!), but I do so want to know who all is out there.


I cannot wait for January & National Delurking Week to ask you all to step out of the shadows. I'm too nosey for that. Even those of you who are publicly following.


Instead I'm asking you to do it now & bring a smile to my soon to be swollen face.


Here's what I want to know:

Who are you?

From whence did you come?

How did you get here?


Please? For me? Besides, you don't want the terrorists to win, do you?

14 comments:

Sarah said...

Why does that remind me of Kindergarten Cop: "Who is your daddy and what does he do?"

I'm not a lurker so I can't delurk... Unless I go lurk for awhile and then come back out.

Sarah said...

I can't delurk either, but I hear your plea ! I'd love to know who my lurkers are too. I don't expect some of them know that we know they've been by !! Good luck with your teeth... and enjoy all that jelly. S xxx

Brando said...

Good luck with the teeth!

You know how I found you. I think that I only have 5 readers so I would be suprised if I had more.

T Moss said...

Hello - I guess I qualify as a lurker because I read your blog everyday, but have never commented. I am from St. Albans, WV and I have no idea how I wondered on to you site, but I love it. You are very funny. I promise to participate now that I have been de-lurked. BTW, do I ask my "Ask Farmie" question via leaving a comment because I have a question! Good luck with your surgery and someone in WV thinks you are great.

Anita said...

Here is how I found you...once upon a time when I was poor, oh sorry, wrong story. Okay, once upon a time a pretty girl dated a Mr. Greenteeth, only he did not realize she was pretty. Mr. Greenteeth had one brother that was married to a lovely girl, their first born daughter turned out to be a very sweet, petite, girl that loved to watch herself cry. That girl grew up to be a lovely Farm - Wife. That is how I "found" you.
Here is a tip-- if your mouth gets too sore, just get a mirror and watch yourself cry!

Love you!

Aunt Anita

Ang said...

it's me..and that's scarey enough right..

how did I find you????

Well there is now a nameless person who introduced me to inkling who then introduced me to you..So i wandered over here and can't seem to find my way out!

Do you have a map?

Kork said...

Is this where I insert the maniacal laughter? Just kidding...

Let's see...I'm me, your good old pal from good old Little College near the Cornfield. :D

My mom told me that the stork brought me, but she thinks I was supposed to go to a different family, but I was such a fat baby, he couldn't fly any farther and left me at their house...

You invited me once upon a time to check you out, and now I'm addicted. Seriously. I check this place out at least once a day...

And no, I don't want the terrorists to win...unless it means that gas prices will plummet at the same time the value of my house goes up, and I win a million dollars...

Gail said...

I'm not a lurker but I keep changing my picture. Can't find one I like. I use to be the goat in a sack, now I'm a tree.

I live in Arkansas and enjoy your blog daily.

I agree. I do enjoy the feeling that someone is listening to ME!!

I will be thinking about you during your tooth party. You will be back in the saddle before you know.

Alexis Jacobs said...

I found you off of another blog and am loving your posts.

Good luck with your wisdom teeth!

Inkling said...

Who Am I? I'm 34 and still trying to figure that out. Currently, I'm pretty sure that I'm your cousin, that I have red hair, that I'm about to watch my belly button explode, and that I'm married to a very hot Canadian who loves me to pieces. Oh, and my name is Inkling.

From whence did I come? Well, supposedly, I originated from a moment between a rock and a hard place somewhere in Colorado. But we don't really want to imagine that because that's just icky. So I prefer to think that God just made me, and I don't ponder the scientific details. And when I first started reading you, I came from my bedroom laptop in Missouri. But now I come to you from the same laptop in Canada.

How did you get here? Isn't that sort of the same question? Like I said, sex was involved. Thank goodness I didn't have to watch. Oh, you mean, how did I get to your blog? Well, you see, this cousin of mine who has these four dozen angelic children who never misbehave or make noise or provoke their mother to raise her voice while I'm trying to talk to her started this blog and she told me about it. She got me started writing one of my own, and the rest is history. Granted, I would love to have a world following like her, but thanks to boys being yucky (or at least one of them), my blog is now private and my readership shrunk a lot like my favorite wool sweater in the washing machine.

Grace said...

Let's see.... I met you back in something like 6th grade for me, that would have been 4th grade for you because I remember my brother having this crush on Swiss Miss or was it the other way around? Actually I think it was you. Geez, long time ago, I've slept since then. So then the GM plant was in trouble so many families started taking off for higher ground, you and my cousin who's the same age as you included at the same time except they went to St. Louis. So then I only saw you on holidays and such when you and Inkling would show up at G-ma M&M's house. So then fast forward a couple decades or so and I find out that this crazy lady is blogging from her red-headed cousin who happens to be my best-friend and has also started blogging. I start lurking around everyone's blogs for awhile, probably 4 months or so, and then Inkling finally talks me into starting my own blog. I spent the first year so freaking addicted that my family actual considering committing me for full-time therapy. These days I'm kinda/sorta an on-again/off-again blogger! I blog for several days straight then don't come back for awhile. My grandma hates it. Anyway, that's how I got here. Well, and the obvious, "all because two people fell in love and...", but like Inkling said, we won't go there!!!!!

Grace said...

BTW, I'll be thinking about during your fun with teeth today!!

Grace said...

BTW, I'll be thinking about during your fun with teeth today!!

zann said...

well you know I'm reading even if I seldom comment anymore. But I am wishing you well with the teeth. May it be painless and heal quickly.