Dear Reader

Every once in a while on a lazy Saturday morning (a type of morning that happens far more often than I care to admit) I like to take a peek at how people discover my 'Diamond Soles' world. I like to see what the random person in Uzbekistan searched for to land on my dorky blog. One of my favorites this morning was the person that Googled the following phrase:

"What will happen if I walk like there are diamonds on the soles of my shoes?"

How cute is that? I want to meet this person and eat lunch. I don't really have the answer to their question, but we could talk about the life-changing principle of believing that your circumstance is entirely more sparkly than it seems. Unfortunately, I'm quite positive that my sarcastic, irreverent, and embarrassingly revealing blog most likely scared the bajeezers out of this innocent and curious mind. It's sad really.

Another potential friendship bites the dust.

Second on the list this morning was someone who searched for 'teenagers with headgear'. This search made me downright sad. I can just picture the scraggly thirteen-year-old in Arkansas who sat down at her computer this morning with her headgear still pushing her chin out, exposing the brace-clad teeth behind the contraption. She sat down this morning in search of hope, a friend, or a support group that would help her to see the light at the end of the hellish teenage tunnel. I'm sad to say that all she found was a story about peeing the bed, being tortured by a big sister, and then growing up to be a total weirdo.

If there's any chance that you're still reading this, little miss Arkansas, there is hope. Not all teenagers who wear headgear turn out as weird as me. There's still hope for you, little one. You're going to be fine.

With love,

the author of this here blog.