Stats are down again.  Typepad is having many "down" moments this month.  My year expires in March… that’s right the ol’ blogiversary will be here in 6 or 7 weeks…. and I wonder if Typepad will be having more and more trouble.  My troubles with them haven’t been real frequent but they are increasing in frequency.  No stats, however, isn’t really "trouble".  My concern over them not being available is just a sign that I apparently need to enter a 12 step program for obsessive stat checking.

Now… on to Oprah….

I did not see the Oprah but I have heard about it.  I had that book… that James Fry book that I’m too lazy to link to… on my must read list.  Deleted.  Today’s Oprah episode is now on my Tivo and every clip I’ve seen has her a bit hot under the collar.  For those who aren’t aware, Oprah highly recommended, praised, etc a book by James Fry that is supposed to be his autobiography.  Info started coming out that some of the "facts" could not be correct.  Oprah jumped to this guy’s defense over and over again… and then Mr. Fry admitted (sort of admitted) that he lied.  He lied a lot.  He made up suicides, medical procedures, relationships, and certain jail sentences were a figment of his imagination… that kind of lying.  I understand that Ms. O might feel betrayed.  I don’t feel like Mr. Fry has come even close to admitting his sins but I’m sure he’s embarrassed by today’s interview.  But… I kinda feel bad for his mother who was in O’s audience a few months back when she announced the book would be in O’s book club.  Then I wonder… did she know this book was all lies or was he lying to her as well?

It’s bad enough when your kid messes up.  It’s worse when he messes up and all the neighbors find out.  But that lady’s kid has messed up in the national spotlight and she’s had her faced plastered all over Oprah as the woman who raised that boy.  So, I feel bad for the mom.  You do all you can and they still get into a mess.

And now for the knitting… there isn’t any.  I have knit a bit on the Garter Bars Socks but that’s it.  The remainder of my life has been hijacked by collecting my medical records, getting AG’s records, collecting things to keep AG entertained on a 6 hour flight, packing misc. stuff, drinking diet coke and searching out any remaining secret chocolate stashes.  In other words, I’m a progress-less knitter.

Well… off to bed.