ask grandma j

OLLY OLLY OXEN FREE......
COME OUT, COME OUT, WHEREVER YOU ARE!

The phrase can be used to coordinate hidden players in the game "kick the can", where a group of children hide within a given radius and a "seeker" is left to guard a can filled with rocks. The seeker has to try to find the "hiders" without allowing them to sneak in and kick the can.
*another tidbit courtesy of my best friend Wikipedia*

But just for today we're not playing games I'm calling out a few of my reader friends. I won't call them lurkers names because I'm nicer than that. I just want to say thank you for letting me know you read this blog at work.

To be fair, they aren't the only ones. There are some real lurkers out there. They remain anonymous but I imagine they might look like this guy. And this guy too. Together they are like peas in a pod, and they aren't real....but they represent some people who I miss. So there you have it. That's basically what is considered a lurker, or a quasi-lurker...or maybe semi-lurker. It's a phrase I use in jest. Oh, and those friends of mine? Yes, they are real friends. We were all co-workers before I jump ship and retired last year. But don't be fooled thinking it all ended just like that. No way....they are the kind of friends that have been there when you need them. Each is very unique and special. They all love animals and kids. Some like a little bit of Nascar, football or slot machines...because they are basically the same thing. And, here they are all gussied up all smiles and happy. Oh, and girlfriends....don't look behind you! You know who that is..I told him about my blog because he's retired and his wife still works he has some spare time after he finishes his "honey do" list. It's rough being retired. But with nice friends back in So CA sucking up those tax dollars doing the people's work I couldn't be happier.

Can I get an AMEN?