So, I’m obviously new to this whole blogging thing and I’m at an age where people think I should be technology savvy, but I grew up in a small, poor, Midwest town where we didn’t get dial-up at the school until I was in 7th or 8th grade. Waiting for that dial-up to connect and trying to surf the web, was never my thing either. I just never had the patience for it. I also didn’t have a smart phone until about 3yrs ago. I know you’re asking yourself, “What does this have to do with her hopes and why do we care about her inability to harness the magical powers of the web?” I’m getting to it, I swear. Just laying the foundation.
Ok, so let me set the scene for you: There I was last night, just finishing up my first blog post like a proud mama while sitting in my parents’ living room, eating Cinnamon Toast Crunch. And yes, I’m 35yrs old and no, I do not live with my parents, which is besides the point. We’re getting off topic here. So, anyway, I hit the publish button and then start exploring my site and it says I have 1 follower. Oh, my gosh, 1 follower already and I had just hit the publish button. Visions of glorious stardom and famousness are flashing through my mind. I can’t wait to see who this follower could be, so I click on it…and it’s me. What the crap? I’m following myself.