outed
Don’t you hate it when you are sitting there minding your own business day dreaming in the middle of a meeting while people are all blah blah blah, smugly writing a blog post in your head about their arsehattiness and someone outs you as a blogger and destroys the whole in-your-head blog post?
It was an awesome post too. I was all gaffawing at my gaffawyness. I was smugly smirking at my awesomeness. And then I heard those 4 little words.
I read your blog.
Yesterday was the support group meeting. The final support group meeting. In a local cafe.
Armed with a double strength skinny latte and slab of caramel macadamia cheesecake (don’t judge me, skinny latte is the only way to go and totally cancels out the calories in the cheesecake, like diet coke and a quarter pounder) I braved the teeth gnashing and death glares of the members as I informed them the group was winding up.
That I am over it. I have had enough and they can all bite my fat white arse.
Or words to that effect.
Of course new people turned up. That sucked. They were all ‘well thanks a lot biatch’ and I was all ‘fuck you’
Or words to that effect.
A chick walked in. I had met her a couple of times before and she sat down. I was relieved to be able to talk to someone who was not trying to melt my brain with their glare.
We are chatting away and I am feeling comfortable and then she hit me with it. I. Read. Your. Blog.
And my eyes bugged out of my head.
Instead of this pretty blonde (and I am not saying that cause like SHE KNOWS WHERE I LIVE, she is actually a good looking woman - not in a freaky I want to wear her skin like a coat way, just a chick thinking another chick is attractive. Yeah girls can do that without getting into a pillow fight in our underwear) she turned into a scary like stalker chick.
My head was spinning with all of the things I have written. The fact that she could out me as a fifty year old childless man not as fabulous as I am in my own mind.
Turns out she is a fan of Guy Kawasaki. You know that guy *snort* that I didn’t know who he was and MPS was all girly and swoonish when I mentioned his name? Yeah, that dude. And Guy talked about the awesomeness that is Jenny The Bloggess (I totally loved her before all you other biatches. She is mine, mine, MINE!) so she wandered over to Jenny’s blog. And somehow found me.
I was still trying to slow my heartbeat and act all cool and nonchalant and shit to pay full attention to what she was saying.
It was weird. I felt like someone just wandered in and said ‘I just read your diary and man, you are in some serious need of psychiatric help’ rather than ‘I read the shit that you put out on the internet for like the WHOLE WORLD to read, even freakshows looking for rule 34 and boobie shots’
Fuck. She saw my breasticles. Like a real life person.
I think MPS lurks here. I hope to fuck that my girls don’t. Anita used to, but I don’t think she has in a while.
And Tim at work doesn’t make eye contact with me anymore. Not after I showed him Fail Blog and then that night realised that I commented there once and linked to this post. You reading this Tim?
But that is it. I haven’t told anyone in real life about this little corner of the interwebs.
So I have two questions for you, my lovelies (and no, I am not addressing my breasticles, nor shaking them)
Firstly: Have you ever been recognised from your blog? How did you handle it?
and secondly: We need to come up with a name for her. She can’t be known as mad blonde stalker. I am thinking of some porn star name. I know my peeps will come through with a perfect name for my new BFF (not because she KNOWS WHERE I WORK or anything like that) to use for commenting.
And just so I don’t let you down. Todays penii.
Pus-filled Potter penii.
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74 Responses to “outed”
May 22nd, 2008 at 10:20 pm
Ooooh Shiny!
Most of my circle of friends actually know about the blog, it’s innocuous enough.
Quite frankly if anyone did recognize me, I’d be well surprised… simply by virtue of the minuscule readership…
May 22nd, 2008 at 10:33 pm
Nobody in my real life knows where my blog is. Nobody at all.
How would I handle it if they found out? Well, IP banning for a start…
May 22nd, 2008 at 10:33 pm
I don’t know if anyone would recognise me, but nearly all my family know about it.
May 22nd, 2008 at 10:42 pm
I don’t talk to real life people so it’s unlikely I’ll have that problem.
I think you should call her Bunny. As in boiled.
May 22nd, 2008 at 10:51 pm
My brother-in-law’s mother-in-law reads my blog. How weird is that? She asked about it and because I’m some kind of moron I just gave her the address.
One of my subordinates in my office reads it too. Which is really unfortunate because she would be a great source of snarky material.
I’ve been to the gun range with one of my readers too. I had no idea there would be so much cross-over to my real life.
May 22nd, 2008 at 10:53 pm
I have not been recognized.
I honestly don’t know how I would react.
May 22nd, 2008 at 10:59 pm
subordinates…brilliant, ‘You will OBEY or I will blog you to death’
Gun-range. Mmmmkay.
May 22nd, 2008 at 10:59 pm
Well, the only people I know that read Harriet are people I’ve TOLD about Harriet.
BUT…
I outed a bloke at uni. I recognised him from his picture and I had to ask.
He acknowledged his stalker from social psychology in his blog. That was pretty funny. I stalked him for ages.
May 22nd, 2008 at 11:02 pm
Nobody recognized me from my blog, but somebody did from a movie I was in. And I was all what? Like only 70 people saw that movie.
May 22nd, 2008 at 11:05 pm
I can relate to witchypoo, I too was recognised from TV appearances, I used to play the butler in ‘Hart to Hart’.
May 22nd, 2008 at 11:09 pm
I think her name should be …….. Dolly Dazzler
Porn star enough for you?
May 22nd, 2008 at 11:24 pm
Carole Cumley.
snort.
Oh, and as far as I know, my ex-husband stopped reading my blog, but I dont know that for sure.
May 22nd, 2008 at 11:24 pm
You’re too short to be the butler of anything except the mini golf club house Xbox!
May 22nd, 2008 at 11:43 pm
I can’t get beyond breasticles. *snort*
So far…none of my “real life” people know about my blog. Lemme know how this turns out.
May 22nd, 2008 at 11:56 pm
You should call her MBS - Muffy Blog Stalker. If I win, can I see your breasticles again? Oh, crap, does that make me a loser?
May 23rd, 2008 at 12:05 am
I make no secret of my blog in the “real” world. I welcome stalkers!
May 23rd, 2008 at 12:33 am
I was recognized once, but by another blogger. And it wasn’t even me, it was Quinn, in all his full duck-headed glory who was recognized.
Isn’t the whole point of blogging so we never have to talk to actual people?
May 23rd, 2008 at 1:33 am
Yep, gun range. I figure there is no better place to meet a stalker face-to-face than where everyone is armed. She was cool though. I even let her shoot my revolver.
May 23rd, 2008 at 2:05 am
Holla (I’m feeling rather gangsta again today).
Firstly, how about Felicity Fuckalot… or the obvious Gloria Stits???
Secondly, my old blog was found by a huge number of yocals and it caused me some serious social drama (due to my mouth)… so the only 2 people (from the real world) who know where my blog is now are my UK BFF and my Boy BFF.
My old one was an old shitty blogspot one and it’s long gone now!
May 23rd, 2008 at 2:52 am
I once went to a … let’s call it a “tea party” … where the hostess, a friend of mine, was a fellow blogger. We both knew about each other’s blogs, no biggie.
But then she introduced me to her best friend. And her best friend mumbled something about “reading my blog.” I was flabbergasted. SOMEONE READS MY BLOG? I felt all famous and shit.
Then I realized what a TOOL I am.
Name for blondie: Kitty.
May 23rd, 2008 at 2:56 am
I don’t hide my blog. And my husband probably wishes I did. LOL
May 23rd, 2008 at 4:09 am
my husband is the only irl person who reads my blog. no one else knows about it, even my bff.
i like it that way.
May 23rd, 2008 at 4:18 am
Mostly family and friends read mine, but there have been occasions of “strangers” saying “I read your blog and I know who you are.” The possibility of someone ‘knowing’ me but me not ‘knowing’ them is a little freaky.
May 23rd, 2008 at 4:28 am
I’ve mentioned my blog in passing to some that I hope don’t read it (and I doubt they do, even if I’m too stupid to keep quiet sometimes), but I always assume that anyone could read it at any time, so I’m careful what I say about work, for example.
That said. I did have a freak out situation where I totally over-reacted because someone who I know does read my blog showed a post to someone I know doesn’t read my blog, and I was ridiculously shy about it to the point of way over the top. Still, I would *never* have posted it if I thought that person would see it. It wasn’t anything bad at all (in fact, it was a memorial tribute to my mom), but the point was that I care too much about what the second person thinks of me, and if she read regularly, I bet I would write differently and probably wouldn’t share about some of the “deeper” things as deeply. Instead, my audience is basically a bunch of strangers on the InterWebs, so it’s different. I was batshit stark raving effed off and wondered how he’d feel if I invited this person to read *his* blog.
May 23rd, 2008 at 5:09 am
Someone in my local grocery store called me out a few weeks ago. It was a really strange situation, because while I don’t necessarily keep my blog private, I really have no idea how she found it. But I love that she was all, “i read your blog” in front of the cauliflower and lettuce. Then she asked me to tell her which locations I’ve blogged about in certain posts, etc. Since I usually rename things in my posts. It was pretty awkward for me.
May 23rd, 2008 at 5:57 am
A high profile business contact of mine just messaged me this week through chat, “I’ve been READING your blog.” Not “I read 1 of your posts.” But the woman has been reading for a while! I had to wipe down my chair when the conversation ended.
My mom also called me the other day and asked, “how’s Dadisodes rash?” I never told anyone he had a rash outside of the blogosphere
I second the Carole Cumley
May 23rd, 2008 at 5:58 am
You have just experienced one of my biggest fears … being outted as a childless old man.
May 23rd, 2008 at 6:00 am
You make that sound like a bad thing….
May 23rd, 2008 at 6:45 am
Von;s inlaws read my blog, ASSHATS.It creeps me out, and I avoid talking about certain stuff, so that it doesn’t cause Vonni any grief.
Call her Debbie hehehehe
May 23rd, 2008 at 7:03 am
Nobody knows who the hell I am.
I am inded a fiftyish year old dude living in my mom’s basement with my pet iguana.
Seriously, I am all over the place, but only like, seven people know who I really am.
I like it.
It makes me feel sort of ninja-ish.
May 23rd, 2008 at 7:12 am
Yesterday at Kinder I was handing over Annie’s sippy cup to Max and Claires mum. My sister in law saw me and said started telling EVERYONE about my “I am so a blogging Mummy” entry (http://leechbabe.wordpress.com/2008/05/21/i-am-so-a-blogging-mummy/)
The horror! the horror!
See I added my niece as a friend on Facebook.
Forgot that I’d linked my blog to my facebook account.
My niece saw my blog.
She showed her mum.
Her mum saw me at Kinder yesterday and there you go.
She didn’t leave a comment though and that is just Rude.
May 23rd, 2008 at 7:19 am
My close friends and family know I write my blog so I am not sure I can be outed. Thankfully. My husband reads it on the rare occasion and oddly (and funny) he will quote it too. Catches me off guard.
How about Candy Striper?
May 23rd, 2008 at 7:47 am
Um, well yes and no. As you know, I talk publically about the blog now. Like, in front of crowds.
I am wondering why though you find it so mortifying that someone might recognise you?
I suppose I’m one of those disclosure-compulsed personalities! (see y’days post!)
Hon, I predict if you stay as popular as you are and if blogging keeps growing in Australia as it is, then this might happen again…..?
May 23rd, 2008 at 7:52 am
Will someone find Boxboy a hobby? He’s being a little bit hyperactive lately. Take away his Tommy Turtle toilet training stool so he can’t reach the keyboard.
The Bunny found my blog. That’s bad enough. He got shitty, showed his friend, who showed my ex. and all hell broke loose.
Men are such snipey little bitches.
*imagines Boxboy climbing up on to a chair to make another comment*
C’mon little boy, you can do it.
May 23rd, 2008 at 8:20 am
Yeah, my family read my blog but I am not known for it. Nothing like, oh you’re that chick with that depressing blog type sh*t.
Anyhow; a pr0n name for your blonde stalker…
BeeBee McToole?
May 23rd, 2008 at 9:24 am
I think you need to run another poll……….
oooooo
Kitty Polestar!
May 23rd, 2008 at 9:38 am
It was all downhill for me the day my mother admitted that she reads my blog. Bugger!!! I had the automatic signature on my emails with the URL but had been deleting it on her emails. Must have forgotten ONCE. I really DID. NOT. WANT my mother reading my blog. I want to WHINGE about her!!!! Anyone else, not so bad. :/
May 23rd, 2008 at 10:31 am
you need another ‘whinge’ blog
lol
May 23rd, 2008 at 12:18 pm
Belinda Bombshell ???
I have directed RLF to my blog. Those I want to know about my blog IRL do.
I would Shite a brick if someone I didn’t want knowing found it.
May 23rd, 2008 at 12:21 pm
I have to be closeted because of my work. My name is really Deb, though, and once at a meeting someone said something like “did you know there is a very foulmouthed blog that I thought was yours by a Deb that lives somewhere near town?” I said “really? Ha.”
Then I choked on my own spit up.
I’m thinking it may not be long….
May 23rd, 2008 at 12:36 pm
Well I really like your blog but have no clue who you are so I guess thats safe lol. Ha, that is kind of uncomfortable though. I really like your posts. Sorry I have not been blogging lately! I have been taping shows which I am excited about because I was able to post them on my blog YAY!! If you get a chance to check it out, then let me know what you think. The more feedback I get the better I can make the segments Also, your stories are great and my whole idea behind this show is for other moms to share real stories like you do. Anyway, I’d love to hear from you.
May 23rd, 2008 at 1:00 pm
Hell, if my family didn’t know about my blog it would cut my readership by a large percentage!! My daughter’s teacher knows about it, my partner knows about it, my 8 year old knows about it - I just have to write as if I expect to know everyone!
Never been outed, although I outed my sister to my SIL through my blog - didn’t realise SIL actually read it (had directed her to 1 post about 14 months ago) and she casually mentioned it - luckily BEFORE my sister laid into her on anything!
May 23rd, 2008 at 1:09 pm
I’d laugh my arse off if the SWIL found out about my blog. I’m sure she’d turn an interesting assortment of colours upon reading it…….. I’m sure just learning that I call her the skank whore in law would be enough to do it without all the moronic immoral and illegal stuff I’ve outed her doing.
May 23rd, 2008 at 1:40 pm
Never been recognised as I live in a cave on an isolated island where NASA satellites can’t snap my pic.
Ummm just the fact she reads your blog will mean she’s reading this very post and the suggested nicknames. 
*waves to teh 
Getting tired with raw fish - send a tin of Spam urgent!
KelleyBunneh Boiling Kitteh *May 23rd, 2008 at 2:05 pm
Having recently begun blogging, mostly as a way to get in a better habit of writing on a regular basis, I’m not really sure whether I’d ever meet someone in real life who reads my blog. I have so few readers right now.
I plan to keep things tame since I don’t know if the ex is reading yet. And I don’t want to give him any ammo!
And at risk of posting LAST on that previous post about Rocky Horror. Oh. My. I like me some Tim Curry and if I weren’t half a world away I’d come sit with Boo and sing along to Rocky Horror with him.
May 23rd, 2008 at 2:19 pm
You all just lost the game!
May 23rd, 2008 at 5:11 pm
Evil woman.
May 23rd, 2008 at 5:48 pm
Should have been wearing the ninja outfit. Instant anonymity.
Kitty Klaws?
May 23rd, 2008 at 6:41 pm
deeleea: So what is your definition of miniscule? My blog is read by about 2 people. You and me. The rest are all in my head.
Solomon: I am not really creeped out by Mad Blonde Stalker, it is just the whole idea of someone I can like touch reads it. Feels really odd.
Veronica: And how to they feel about the sex posts then!!!
BoxBoy: That is because they can’t see you. Perhaps some Kiss platform boots would do the trick?
Jennifer: THE GUN RANGE? Did you have a Hello Kitty rifle? Oh please say yes…
Sarah: Probably the same as me babe, all ‘Oh OK! Cool’ but freaking out on the inside. With a side of eye twitch. But then again YOUR blog is cool. Mine is all profanity and fart jokes.
BoxBoy: I want that on a tshirt.
Jodi: *snort* well it would be expected that he would out you in a class like that
Witchypoo: I saw it. I am still boggling at how you managed to get your legs crossed behind your ears like that….
BoxBoy: I totally read that as I used to play the butter… bwaaaa haaaa haaaaaa. Solidified cow lactation. I can see you playing that..
Bettina: I love it! It will be up to her though.
Ree: Well lets hope he has by now! After the last few posts.
Bettina: LMAO
Greta: I forgot, you are new. I talk about my breasticles a lot. Especially in summer when they are melting. Don’t worry, you will all know about how this turns out
lceel: You will have to ask her… on both questions.
Mr Fabulous: Should I take your lead and get a personalised number plate for my car? What about MB2?
Stimey: I remember that! I remember cringing for you, and now here I am. And no duck suit.
Jennifer: Somehow I think my readers may be a little trigger happy. Not sure WHY I would think that…
MrsFancyPants: Gloria Stits! OMG! That is hilarious! I hope to God I never have to censor myself or move blogs.
Moo: *snort* when I say the word blog out loud I feel like a tool. Makes me feel like such a wanna be!
Maria: *gaffaw* same with mine I expect. I don’t hide it, I just choose not to share…
The Planet of Janet: I hear ya. None of my friends know. Some know I have a blog, but I haven’t shared the addy.
Ange: If someone said to me I read your blog and I know who you are would fucking FREAK ME OUT! Mad Blonde Stalker was funny and cool about it, not all ‘I know who you are’ thank God!
Maggies Mind: You just put into words why I don’t show people my blog! And I didn’t even realise it. I guess it is all about my ‘persona’ on the interwebs. I would hate someone to read it and then look at me and go ‘You are a fuckwit, that isn’t funny or entertaining or whatever’ at least my internets can click away if they don’t like what I have to say. I don’t have to avoid them in the supermarket.
Shamelessly Sassy: Perhaps I should take more pride in my blog and not just use it as a brain dump… So did you blog about it?
Sandy: YOUR MUM! Oh. My. Fucking. God! That would freak me the shit out.
Maternal Mirth: *snort* well she hasn’t told you that yet. Wait. Hang on. Shit. I did didn’t I?
BoxBoy: Being outed as a blogger or as a 50 year old childless man sitting in his dirty underpants eating donuts? Shit. I did it again didn’t I?
Frogpondsrock: That would suck babe. You would feel rather uncomfortable at family get togethers then? And Debbie is great! *snort*
Gina: I know who you are…. Dennis.
Marita: How rude! Now another reason why I don’t do Facebook.
Heidi: But what if you were sitting in a cafe, surrounded by people and someone comes up and tells you they read your blog and you are NOT related to them?
Karen: I am not mortified. Well, much. More like unprepared. I still get all squee-y when I get a comment, let alone someone looking into my eyes and telling me that they like my drivel.
Anja: God I love you. Oh, I love BoxBoy too, but I love you that little bit more. Cause I am becoming a little scared to cross you..
Tiff: What do you mean ‘known for it’? And your blog is not depressing. It is real.
Bettina: Kitty Polestar!!! I love it!
Lightening: Can you imagine if my mother read mine? At least your blog is ‘family friendly’!
Bettina: Yeah, she does.
Widdle Shamrock: Just remember the lurkers babe. *shudder*
Deb: Bwaaaaa haaaaa haaaaaa!
Debbie: Commenting is a sure fire way of getting me to pop over to your blog. The only blogs I am reading these days are commentors blogs, don’t have time for any others!
Jeanie: *snort* those damn lurkers. You forget they are there!
Bettina: What you don’t call her that to her face. Damn. I thought you did!
Jayne: Yeah, that was the point. She can pick her own name! Now I have Spam Spam Spam Spam running through my head…
Kel: When I first started my blog I would run around nekkid squealing if I got more than 10 visits a day. Write it and they will come…
Bettina: BITCH! ass… BITCH! ass… aarrgghh!
Anja: She is, isn’t she.
River: Damn! You are right. Need to ninja up.
May 23rd, 2008 at 9:40 pm
I love Debbies comments.
Especially when she copy/pastes the same one accross the entire internet.
Apparently she also wants to hear stories from other ‘moms like me’….
May 23rd, 2008 at 11:33 pm
Hi…
I’ve never had a stranger say that they read my blog. I had a person though that I know read my blog and share my blog stories w/ friends. I felt violated.
I think I would freak..then pee in my pants a little but then get over it.
May 24th, 2008 at 12:03 am
My kids, my students, their parents, my friends, my family, my kids friends, in fact, most people who read it probably know me!
Call her by her real name and freak her out!
May 24th, 2008 at 1:37 am
What, are you crazy? Why do you think I have a Howdy Doody crayon box in front of my face in the profile picture? I get paid and do nothing…do you think I want THEM figuring that out? Nooo way. I’ve had friends try and find my blog…no such luck. “Anonymity is like a warm blanket”…stole that from Mission Impossible.
Oh…and…you lost the GUM! Ha ha. Looooser!!!
May 24th, 2008 at 3:44 am
A couple of my schoolmates know about it, one is my most regular commenter. And one of my teachers knows about it, because I told her. Doesn’t bother me too much really… just means I can’t bitch about her on it.
I only hope the boy in the year below me who fancied me rotten doesn’t find out about it. He already has a touch of the stalker.
May 24th, 2008 at 9:14 am
My husband ‘casually’ mentioned something he had read on my blog the other day. I feel…violated. I haven’t posted anything since!!!
May 24th, 2008 at 10:21 am
He mentioned something about a handsome witty Irish commenter? I can unnderstand his fragility, I am somewhat amazing…
May 24th, 2008 at 1:36 pm
this woman in my town told me she read my blog, and i was all like don’t tell anyone, it’s private, i want to remain anonymous, and then i’m in the supermarket, and she’s there too, and she sees me and shouts, “Hey! Slouching Mom!”
sigh.
May 24th, 2008 at 1:52 pm
I got an email one day from a woman I used to know - who had figured out who I was from reading the blog. It was weird.
May 24th, 2008 at 3:00 pm
I would flip out. I think. Initially anyway.
I used to be ultra paranoid the AH would read it. Don’t know why cos being an arsehat he doesn’t even know how to turn on a computer, let alone find anything.
My main issue is people don’t realise how mentally unstable I REALLY am LOL
But I guess I’d get over it
No-one I know IRL knows about it, that I know of anyway!
So is she now going to ‘OUT’ herself, and make a comment
May 24th, 2008 at 3:15 pm
BoxBoy: Yeah, her link sends me over to a private profile. So no visiting for you Debbie..
MP: Yeah, I am over it. Still think I need to go back to my archives and hide some stuff. *Gaffaw* watch the mad dash to my archives to find the dirt.
Joh: But then she may call me by mine…
VE: Bastard. Too agrees. Being she of losing the game too.
Kath: Touch of the stalker? Is that like the pox or the aids?
Tracey: *snort* I try and keep things from MPS and then realise ten minutes later that I just told him the ’secret sentence’ that was supposed to alert me to his presence.
BoxBoy: You are Irish. That is not a threat.
Slouching Mom: arsehats. World is full of them. And goldfish wearing human costumes.
Magpie: Now I will be waiting for the ex boyfriends to pop out of the woodwork..
K: Glad to see you out my lovely. Join in the madness, the water is great.
May 24th, 2008 at 7:25 pm
Look into my eyes. Look DEEEEP into my eyes. I love your drivel. And all the other stuff too…
May 24th, 2008 at 9:30 pm
Oooh you’re famous!
May 24th, 2008 at 11:17 pm
I would call the SWIL that to her face if I got the opportunity. She’s still scared of me though. Obviously hasn’t quite drug fucked the last of her brain cells up enough to lose that little bit of caution
May 25th, 2008 at 5:01 am
a lot of people know about my blog. Which is why I don’t blog about the office anymore
May 25th, 2008 at 10:30 am
River: and now I want to cluck like a chicken..
Katie: Hardly. But does that mean I can act like a Diva now? Ingrates! Bow to me!! Um, hang on, I do that already…
Bettina: *snort* I think you should just call her ’swil’ sums her up perfectly.
Jenty: So did you tell them or did they find you?
May 25th, 2008 at 10:42 am
Update: was outed in local newspaper.
May 25th, 2008 at 10:43 am
True, twas in jest. Do unto others and all that stuff….
May 25th, 2008 at 10:52 am
One of my daughters told me the other night that she reads my blog. It scared me. I need to ask her which one she reads, so that I know to stop ranting aimlessly on that one
Cheers, Andrew
May 25th, 2008 at 11:55 am
I thought swil was the bestest acronym ever!!
May 25th, 2008 at 2:04 pm
My family reads my blog and most of my friends. But it has happened on TWO separate occasions where I’ve been out and about and I’ve been recognized by absolute strangers that read my blog every day.
It was kind of crazy. One minute I’m standing in a PBK store looking at linens and the next minute, a very nice woman came up and said “Hi, are you Jen?” and then … a month or so later, while I was at the zoo with all four of our children, someone came up and said the same thing. Both times, it was incredibly flattering. To think that strangers read my blog and enjoy it so much that they come back every day to see what we’re up to in life? That’s insane!!
Although, I also think it’s kind of nice to talk with someone who already knows your whole life story… including what you had for breakfast.
May 25th, 2008 at 2:49 pm
Same here nobody in my family - apart from my DH knows where my blog is.He doesn’t read it though. I have to make some serious deletions if they did.
How would I handle it if they found out? Well,deletion , deletion .
A stranger … well I am not so sure. A lady I met at twin club luncheon said she knew all about me me from a parenting forum (recognised my twins & names) and that was a little freaky how much she had stalked the forums for my information.
I am more careful now.
May 25th, 2008 at 3:35 pm
If someone recognized me from my blog I would freeze first and than babble incessantly and then go home and eat a lot and drink much. OMG. I would hate that.
But, I do love you so much for this:
(don’t judge me, skinny latte is the only way to go and totally cancels out the calories in the cheesecake, like diet coke and a quarter pounder)
EXACTLY!!!!!
May 27th, 2008 at 9:34 pm
This is hilarious! I’ve never been recognized. I started my blog for friends and family and then I got really weird and I think a lot of them stopped reading…
I never tell anyone where I live currently about my blog. I would probably totally freak out if someone I knew called me out. Especially because I’m usually blogging about these people and I don’t really hide my identity all that well.
May 28th, 2008 at 9:27 pm
Shamelessy Sassy: I saw! You win! *snigger*
Joh: I will tell you a secret. Kelley is actually my name. I am too lazy and distracted to use a pseudonym.
Andrew: Oooh tell me which one it is! I will go leave inappropriately sexual messages to you on it and blow her mind. She won’t do it again…
Bettina: it is awesome!
Jen: I think most of my stalkers would want to drag me out drinking…
Trish: I am thinking I may need to have a bit of a trawl through my archives just in case.
Ann: And the brownie I just ate? Totally canceled out by the intention of exercising.
Kylie: *snort* well I don’t tell people that shit either! And yet she found me…
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