There are over 300 blogs in my Reader, and I follow 303 people on Twitter. To put it simply, I'm sort of a Social Media
I'm a big fan of many blogs, but there are just a handful of "bigger" bloggers that I'd really love to meet in person. A few of the people on that list would be Heather at dooce, Ree at Pioneer Woman, Laura at Hollywood Housewife, and Darby at Fly Through Our Window. (And I'd also love to meet my two favorite design bloggers, Rene at Cottage & Vine and Emily at Emily A. Clark.)
In my mind, I have questions to ask each of them. I'd love to meet their families that I've read so much about and feel invested in, or learn more about their businesses that I find so interesting.
In my wildest dreams, I never would have thought that anyone would feel the same way about me, but a few people do. I get way more feedback on my posts and my random thoughts on Twitter than I do in the form of comments on my blog, and there are four women in particular who Tweet to me regularly, read my blog every day, and in general make me feel like I am their Pioneer Woman.
They jokingly have referred to themselves as my "stalkers," and honestly I find it hilarious. I mean, they are all just cute as BUTTONS.
Last weekend they all got together for a Girls' Weekend, and I got this Tweet Saturday evening:
I have to say, it made my weekend. I mean, PUH-LEEZE. They took a minute while they were shopping in Pier 1 to Tweet a picture to me.
Look at them! They're DARLING. And I'm honored that they -- and you -- keep coming back, and that you care about me, and my kids, and my stuff. I was tickled, when I didn't post yesterday, that I got three emails asking me if I was okay. (I was fine. This week was just kicking my butt.)
I love it when I get comments on posts like the most recent installment of "Uncomfortable Truths," in which Rachel said, "I love these. LOVE THEM. They make me feel almost normal." Because let's be honest. That's really my whole goal here: To make YOU feel more normal.
I know how long it takes to read blogs every day. I know how long it takes to leave a thoughtful comment, no matter how brief. And I know that you could easily quit coming around, or never take a moment to leave a comment, or never Tweet at me. So thank you for being a wonderful group of people with whom I can share all of my minutia, all of my uncomfortable truths.
You're the best.
