Typed up a few days ago but was too lazy to post

I'm honestly not very secretive. Compared to many I may play it close to the vest, but that is really only online. And only about the kind of stuff that most people don't want someone to find out by simple utilization of a search engine. I mean, think of future employers. Future clients. Do you have any idea how easy it is to find out about your private information simply by a few quotation marks, some general terms, and one or two identifying marks? I'm not even talking names!

And no, I'm NOT a stalker. That isn't my style.

I'm just the kid who loved playing hide & seek. By adolescence it had matured into a game of Clue. Riddle me this, riddle me that. Find the notes, solve the riddle, find the prize. Hell, I'm still smarting over the time Margie picked a fight with me so that she could hide the final clue. I'll be damned if that fucking slip wasn't in my back pocket the whole time.

Now, THAT, was clever.

I never knew where I'd find the Easter eggs let alone my Christmas presents. From a box full of socks to a bike in the laundry room to a trampoline in the back yard.

Or when

No one enjoys finding a painted egg in a chair in the middle of a hot August. Or spending $150 replacing that HRM you lost.

By college I'd taken it to the books. As much as I loved navigating the shelves in the Hat of the Cat (couldn't resist the pun!), JSTOR was too much fun to not spend hours perusing. After a day of loading and reloading and jumping from database to database, I'd excitely call my mother to tell of my latest intellectual 'find'. I'd sing on about it ad nauseum but something tells me that your eyes are already glazing over...

Now find me away from a search engine - I'm a book. A book on tape. Ask a question and I'll drop bombs you wouldn't expect in everyday life.