Yesterdays post was really meant to be more of an eye opener for all of my bloggy friends than anything else.
I did want the few people who, in my opinion, visit a little too often know that I know. You know? I'm sure they are completely harmless. I'm also positive that no stat counter is 100%.
I will explain why I'm a little on edge about the whole thing, not as on edge as my sisters and one of my BF's are but on edge still the same.
Back in the early 90's I had a stalker. This man made my life a living hell for over a year. He would call me at work dozens of times a day. He would call me as I was getting ready to leave for the night and tell me to drive home safely. He would call my house as soon as I got home to tell me he was glad I arrived home OK. He threatened to do horrible things to me and as his taunting progressed those threats included killing me. To say it was a stressful time for me, my parents and Babe would be an understatement!
We had both the home and work phones tapped. I would have to keep him on the line as long as I could then call a certain number as soon as I hung up to report it. I'm so lucky to have had an understanding boss. We discovered most of the his phone calls were coming from the gas station across the street from where I worked. When I learned he was watching me I went a little crazy! Babe bought me one of the first mobile phones, you know the ones in the huge bag that looked like a military phone? The good news was that if he ever approached me I could have successfully used it as a weapon! It came to the point that I had to call the local police to have them watch me go to my car, follow me home and watch for my "I'm safe" signal.
He new intimate details of my life. I did hair at the time and as things continued we came to the conclusion that he was a client. I washed and cut his hair! The thought made, still makes, my stomach turn!
In the middle of this entire ordeal Babe was in a terrible accident leaving him in a hospital bed with a broken back. Next to my Daddy he was my biggest protector and he was now unable to protect me. During one phone call I told my stalker that Babe was gonna kill him when he caught him. His reply was, "there's nothing he can do while laying in the hospital bed at such n' such hospital with a broken back, and you should be more cautious when you're walking to your car alone at night". It seemed he new everything!
I remember like it was yesterday opening the front door to go to work and noticing it had snowed during the night, I loved the way a fresh snow looked and smelled! Then I noticed foot prints going across the yard towards my end of the house, I was still living at home so I yelled for my Dad. We followed them directly to my bedroom window. He had stood outside my bedroom window! Being a parent now I cannot even imagine the level of horror, anger and helplessness my parents must have been feeling!
We never did catch him, although we have put together enough pieces to the puzzle over the years to have a pretty good idea. Babe and I are pretty sure that I rescued this person from getting a DUI outside our apartment and let him stay with us until morning. We're also pretty sure I danced with him at our wedding. He was caught in "the act" of being a peeping Tom after we moved, found at the foot of someone's bed hours after a party had ended along with a few other allegations. I guess what they say about most people knowing their offender is true!
We moved across the country shortly after getting married and have not heard from him since but the memory of what he put me through is always with me. So I guess that's why when I see the same person/people visiting my blog a little too frequently I get a little creeped out.
To the person that is visiting me often please know that I truly believe you're harmless. I too am guilty of clicking on the same blog more than a few times a day and going "crap, I was already here". I do not believe you are out to harm me or my girls. But perhaps after reading this you'll understand a little more about why this whole things has me just a wee bit wigged out!
I'm off to the grocery store to pick up the supplies to make some yummy cookies and cupcakes. I've opted out of the whole pumpkin carving thing this year. Peanut gags when forced to touch the pumpkin guts, Honey find pleasure in taunting her with them and they will be rotten in less than 12 hours from sitting outside, it's 81 degrees already! They are a waste of money here and although the cookies will do nothing more than add a few unwanted pounds to my ass we have to have some fun activity today and chocolate makes everything better!
Happy Halloween Y'all!