First, the important business of the day: the latest giveaway winners!
If you haven't entered yet or still want to get more entries, it's not too late. Visit the GIVEAWAY POST for details. Friday midnight MDT is the deadline to be part of the grand prize drawing.
1) The winner of the April Showers personal blog header is Mrs. Darling!
2) Sandra's Urban Botanics bath and lotion gift set in the White Pearl scent (inspired by Tower of Strength) goes to Wonder Woman!
3) And finally, the lucky person who gets Rebecca Irvine's new family scripture study CD, Adventures with the Word of God, is Taffy!
Congratulations, everyone! More prizes tomorrow!
Now, today's post. Lurkers, beware.
With one exception, if you don't comment, I don't know you're reading my blog.
I know my parents read it (Hi, Mom and Dad!). It's one way they have of keeping up with what's going on in my life while they're out of the country. Once in a while, they'll drop me an e-mail about a post, but otherwise, I just assume they're reading.
But for everyone else? No. Clue.
I have no idea which neighbors might be reading it. (Does my Relief Society president read it? G, you tell me!) Who else in my ward might be reading it? What about high school buddies?
I go into most situations assuming whoever I'm talking to doesn't read my blog. (I mean, heck, I'm not the size of Scribbit or CJane or anything. Why would I assume someone's read it?)
But here's the deal: Apparently I have many close friends who read my blog but don't comment. Total strangers leave more comments (thank you, thank you!) than people I've known since childhood.
Why? I don't get it.
Since I assume people don't hang out here at The Lyon's Tale, I've run into embarrassing situations. I'm rather good at that.
I'll be talking to someone in the ward or a friend I haven't seen in months, and we'll get chatting. Suddenly I'm reminded of something that happened recently and I'm telling the story to them.
They start nodding, and then they interrupt. "Oh, yeah. I know. That was so funny. I read it."
Wait, what? Oh, yeah. I blogged about that. And this person read it?
Cool, I guess. But I didn't know they read my blog. Because they didn't leave a comment.
We start talking about something else, and invariably, the same thing happens:
"Yeah, I know. It's on your blog."
It's a bit maddening.
First off, if you're one of these people (and you so know who you are . . .), why not comment? It's a nice way of saying hi. As an added bonus, I'd avoid looking dumb by retelling stories you already know.
Or next time you see me, just mention that you were on my blog so I don't start getting all redundant on you.
But there's another issue: Why am I apparently repeating myself so much? Do I seriously have nothing to talk about besides things I've already shared here? My life is bigger than my blog, I promise.
Maybe it's that writing things down makes the experience more real, more cemented in my brain so the things I talk about here take center stage. Maybe.
Or maybe it's that I tend to be a little private here about some areas of my life. Yeah, that's it.
Either that, or I'm a really boring person.
Hmmm. I'll take the first two.
Now comment already, lurker people who I know in real life!
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