Remember in elementary school, at recess, when people were playing 4-Square, base soccer, dodgeball, or whatever game they'd invented for that lopsided red rubber ball? And you'd wanna play, only to hear those terrible words:
"The game is locked."
Of course you don't. Because you were all the cool, mean people who locked people out of your precious little clubs and kept the Rudolphs of the world on the outside of your reindeer games. The rest of us knew exactly what it meant.
Well, in a manner of speaking, we are locking the game.
Except, in this case, we want all of you- our friends and family and family friends- in. All of you. And many of our family/friends who have yet to master the technological mystery of the interwebs. We just want to keep the creeps out. So, after hearing one too many "...and then the shady dude just SHOWED UP at the neighborhood picnic" stories, we're going to privatize our little blog. We realize it'll be a bit more of a pain to have to use your email to log-in and we apologize for that. But we're doing it.
So, in the next week, when the blog asks you to log-in or e-mail us to "register," we hope you will.
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