Good Internet!

Here it is . . . total honesty. Yes, I have a MySpace page. Get off the floor and stop laughing PAM! I remember not to long ago you were laughing at all my blogging stories and where do we see you now? That's right. Blogging. MySpace isn't far behind. Seriously, stop laughing.



I've had the MySpace page about two years now and I initially opened the account to spy check up on my niece. Also because my sister had a page and it was the only online way to chat with her until she broke down and started blogging too. Don't try to find it. I have it on private and I will not add you as a friend. I am mean like that. The only ones I have listed as friends are my family members(shout out to John, Amy, Braxton, Dennis, Terry, Quentin and Meridith) and a few friends. It really is a pathetic page and not one I am willingly to do much with.



All this to say I received the strangest message from MySpace a couple of weeks ago. Since the site is private people can only send messages to me and are not able to see anything else about me. My once a week check on the site alerted me to a new message from 'Adam' and all it said was, "Are you or were you from said city I live in, Oklahoma and did you ever live in said apartment complex I use to live in?"



I was freak out a little. My first stalker? My initial reaction was to ignore the message and take down all sites including my blog, yet instead I was interested and wrote back. "Weird question, why?" I left it at that. I told my husband, sister and mom about it just in case I went missing so they would have their first lead. Two days later another response. "I received a package for a Jennifer Lusty from said state and went to check MySpace to try and locate the person."



Creepy again. I hadn't ordered anything, had I? I immediately wrote back, "package from where?" Three days later. "Old Navy."



My eyes brighten. I DID order something from Old Navy and it never has made it to my house! I waited another week to even reply and then one night I wrote back that I would be 'visiting' said city and would drop by sometime if he could leave the package on the front porch. Couple hours later I had a message waiting, "no problem."



NO . . . . . I did not go over to the said apartment alone. I brought my crazy husband with me and as we pulled into the apartment we called home for 12 months, as we waited for our house to be built, there was the package at our old door. Sitting on the front porch!



Husband jumped out of the car and actually knocked on the door as I coward in my seat to just grab the package already. No answer at the door so he took the package that was still unopened and threw it to me. Off we went, MySpace guy none the wiser.



After we were home I opened the package to find the two cute Halloween outfits and shirts I ordered that I had never changed the address from when I had last made a purchase. I got back online and thanked him for trying to look me up. A day later I got another response.



"No problem."



Proof that their are still well meaning people out there in Internet land! Thanks 'Adam' or whoever you really were!