This is what happens when she finds a "blanket" in Saks.
Nobody makes me blog, I do it because I want to. And I don't put it all out there like some bloggers do, for the most part I don't get too personal, so readers don't know anything that would make a conversation awkward. Honestly, sometimes I don't know if anyone reads or not. I just like to write (and type) and if things I share help readers have someone to relate to, then that's just icing on the cupcake.
A couple of years ago I was in Toys R Us. It was raining and I remember I was in a grouchy mood. So I have no idea what my hair or expression looked like. A sweet woman came up to me to tell me that she recognized Georgia and reads my blog. I was incredibly flattered, but I didn't know what to say! Thanks? Yippee, a reader? And as much as I blabber, I'm pretty shy in person. So even if I didn't make the best impression, it's honestly something I will remember for a long time.
Not long after we moved to our suburb, a woman from the Sunday School class we had been attending sent me a Facebook message to tell me that she's "not a stalker" but read my whole blog while up at night feeding her newborn. How amazing is that? My silly nonsense kept her company through those quiet, sometimes lonely, never-ending hours. Now we're friends and Georgia will start preschool with her little girl.
In my old neighborhood, I ran into Veronika at the grocery store. I didn't feel like a stalker, but I did feel like a weirdo for knowing who she was. And knowing her husband's name. I did say hello and now we're friends, chatting on Facebook almost daily.
The point of this nonsense is that bloggers aren't going to think you're a stalker unless you're wearing large sunglasses following them around in an unmarked van. So say hello and tell them you enjoyed something of theirs you read - you really never know how it might make their day or the friendship it might lead to.