A lot of my friends ask me how I would feel safe with so much of myself on the web. I’ve always been out in the open. I have few personal boundaries. So few, if you happen to be staying with me on a Sunday morning you might see me naked. You would cringe but I would still stand in the kitchen making my coffee staring at the morning traffic and not notice you frantic trying to cover your eyes against the train wreck that resembles my thighs. That’s just how it goes; I consider my blog the anti-stalker, the anti-gossip colum or the "ibetyouwishyouneverlookedthere" magazine.