Nothing more to it

It was another quiet weekend at home for us, aside from Mike yelling at the TV when his NCAA Tournament brackets were in jeopardy. We spent a lot of time laying around, watching or playing basketball (Ev's hoop is in the living room), and really doing nothing constructive. That's definitely not a bad thing.

The highlight of the weekend was a visit from our friend Alan, whom we had not seen for over a year. He came up from Pittsburgh for Saturday afternoon, and we just hung out, had lunch, and talked. It's always nice to see him, as he's one of those friends you are able to not see for a while but still remain close. Not that I'd recommend not seeing your friends for any length of time--we're hoping to make a trip to see him and Heather this summer after the baby arrives.

Alan did point out something funny that's always bugged me about having this blog. We didn't need to spend any time "catching up" on details of life, because he reads our blogs. Alan has a blog too (more than one, I think), but he hasn't been updating regularly lately, and I called him on it. So we didn't need to go on about my pregnancy, or Evan's progress, because Alan had read up already.

I've found that's the case with a lot of things. When I call my family, they already know most of my news. Or Mike's parents will call and start by commenting on something I've written. Or we'll see my cousins once every two or three months, and we don't need to fill them in because they've kept up with us here. It doesn't necessarily bother me, but it is a little weird sometimes.

What's even weirder is that there are many people who read here I can't even see. People who don't comment, people I either don't know or don't see in real life. I have quite a few "regular" commenters--other bloggers I've come to have friendships with or family and friends I don't see often. But I know there are quite a few reading who don't comment, and even more who I don't even know are reading. I don't generally think about it, but once in a while I realize there are people out there who know what I'm doing, or have read my thoughts, but I have no idea they are here.

Are they old friends I've lost contact with? People who found me through Mike's site, or Erie blogs? People who have no link to me at all in real life? It's kind of funny to consider. I have to say it doesn't bother me, but it just strikes me as odd once in a while. There are people out there who know all about me and I don't know a darn thing about them. I'm on display, and I don't mind.

Another good reason to consider this is the Erie Bloggers In The Wild meet-up coming up next Thursday, March 30th. It's at 7 pm at Panera's in Yorktown for any Erie bloggers or anyone interested in learning more about blogging in general. I'm really looking forward to it, but I'm almost feeling nervous about it already--kind of like a blind date. I'll finally be meeting the people I've been reading for months or years, and I'll be meeting some of the other bloggers I've looked up to. And people will be meeting me for the first time, even though they already know so much about me. Yikes! My only hope is that I won't come off as too much of a dork.