Where Did You Come From, Where Did You Go?

[Note: If anyone else recognizes the song I'm referencing in this title, then you get a big pat on the back. I grew up going to school dances in West Texas, so this was a popular hit. I remember dancing to it my senior year at a banquet while wearing cowboys boots and a cowboy hat.]

So I recently included the StatCounter application on my blog and my husband and I have been sitting here oooohing and ahhhing over the amazing capabilities of the internet. I can see how many people have visited, how long they stay (an alarming amount of you stay for 5 seconds and then leave--I would like to tell myself that this group is solely made up of my mother and mother-in-law, who type in the address and only stay long enough to see if there is a new post), what website refers them here, where in the world they are from, and on and on and on. It's amazing.

There are people visiting from such exotic places as Bolivia! And London! And Kentucky!

You all are warming this little Midwestern girl's heart. I'll try not to stalk you and your activity on my little blog too much. I'm just continually amazed at what I can do online, and considering that I am a member of the internet generation, you'd think nothing would surprise me anymore.

And now I'm going to check on the latest global news, move some money around in my bank account, and order goods from anywhere in the world. Instantaneously.

AMAZING.