Where in the World is Uncle Jim?

According to Lauren
I’m a statistics person. So you can imagine my delight tracking the number of pageviews on this blog. Seeing that it’s been viewed from a different country about sets me over the edge with excitement. (It triggers the same level of happiness I receive sitting on Santa’s lap...when it was still socially appropriate for me to do that.) Since we started writing, Russia has been our #2 country with views. For weeks I’ve been texting Steph or shouting to her from the couch that I see Russia took another peek. Her insecurity and “glass half empty mentality” got the best of her recently when she tried to convince me that google blogger has been tampering with our statistics. She said something like “Lauren, don’t be too excited I’m sure they screw around with the numbers to provoke some confidence and keep you writing.” I’ve held these hurtful comments in my heart until today when we had a family reunion. As I talked to my family from California, I was reintroduced into the fact that my uncle Jim travels a lot for work. He mentioned he had been to England and Russia recently. As soon as we landed back in the cities, like she was a contestant on “Where in the World is Carmen Santiago,” Steph proudly announced to me “Jim’s our Russia.” Moments later it sunk in...I sensed he may be our England , too.

Closing Remarks:
1.) I’m starting to worry I’m simply playing a perpetual game of “Where in the World is Uncle Jim as I proudly peruse the views from other countries. At least he keeps us worldy. Thanks, buddy.

2.) If you aren’t my uncle Jim ,and you’re in another country reading this ,then consider your sticker chart overflowing. Even if you’re in this country reading this , I’d give you a sticker. I show minimal discretion when it comes to sticker distribution

3.) Regardless of what you’re thinking, yes I have friends , and no I don’t need a summer job.

ACCORDING TO STEPHANIE
If I didn’t keep Lauren’s feet grounded, she would still believe in the Tooth Fairy. My God, it’s all I can do to keep her off Santa’s lap. Here’s the deal. My suspicion is that there is some intern at the Google empire doodling on our “Views map” just to pass the time, and s/he has no idea the flights of fancy it is creating in my little sister’s mind. Regardless, she’s had a rather uneventful summer, so if this is what it takes to make her happy, then I’m willing to keep the probable truth from her along with the truth about where babies come from.