The World Really Is A Small Place

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I was “freshly pressed” on  this past Thursday. Being freshly pressed  is kind of like being their “blogger of the day”. It was a lot of fun, because it was totally unexpected. I had no idea until I started seeing hundreds of people reading my blog. What??? I have a decent following but, nothing like this…..what is going on? I figured it out and was pleasantly surprised. By the end of the day I had thousands of people that had looked at my blog. Wow.

I had such fun reading the comments from everyone. I “met” a woman who is traveling the world with her nine year old son. I laughed with a woman who said that mice freak her out. I cried after reading one man’s comment about needing a smile. His wife has cancer and they are in the middle of building a house in his wife’s homeland of Slovakia. I giggled when reading the comment from one husband who said his wife would agree with me about grocery bills…but, he likes to eat! I found a lot of moms that are similar to me, that get my sense of humor…and if we lived closer (and not all over the U.S.A) I bet we would be friends. Out of thousands of people that read my blog, I only had one odd comment…from a man who was on a rant about women. He sounded like he had issues that had nothing to do with me or my blog. Oh well.

All these people that commented, reminded me that this world we live in, isn’t really all that big after all. We might live far apart, but we still have so much in common. Some people are scared to use the internet because of “what is out there”…..and yes, I know there are some scary things online. But there are also a lot of funny, friendly, silly, serious, thought provoking, deep, and interesting people online. And I got to meet some of them! I hope that having been freshly pressed leads to more readers for my blog. People I can share some of my day with… along with that, I also love to meet people and hear their stories. So, it’s all good.

Now, why don’t you pull up a stool, sit at my kitchen counter, and I’ll get you a cup of coffee. Let’s talk…