My husband does not understand blogging. Well, at least the way I do it.
When I first got started I only read a few blogs. All of people I know. Then my list expanded. To people I knew, haven't spoken to in years, but found a link for their blog on one of my other friends. Thus began the stalking. But I knew them, in a previous life, yes, but still. And my husband understood that. I am not good at staying in touch with people. This was an excellent way to do that. That was fine with him. It wasn't weird at all.
Until the day that I discovered Mormon Mommy Blogs. And that it was possible to read a blog just because you wanted to! You didn't have to know the person! And even more exciting: it was socially acceptable to COMMENT on a perfect strangers blog! Not only acceptable but appreciated! Who knew? And thus began the addiction. I read blogs for at least an hour everyday.
This is where he just doesn't understand. He will come in to see what I am doing. (Why he bothers asking is totally beyond me.) And he looks at the blog I'm reading and asks:
Who's blog is this?
Me: (as I scroll up and point to the picture) Hers.
Him: Do you even know this person?
Me: Well, no . . .
Him: (walking away, muttered under his breath) weird.
Now, while I feel a little bit judged, I get over it and just keep blogging. Until this little experience:
I won a giveaway. Chocolate chip cookies from the lovely Carolyn to be exact. And I never win anything. So I was pretty dang excited. Now, who better to share my excitement with than my husband, right? WRONG.
Me: I won chocolate chip cookies!
Me: I won a giveaway on a blog!
M: Her name is Carolyn. She lives in Virginia.
H: Is she making the cookies?
H: Do you even know this person?
M: Well, we have never met. . .
H: Are you going to eat them? I don't think that you should eat them. You don't even know here. You have never met. I don't think that you should eat something someone made that you don't even know. *
M: (changing the subject, trying to fight back the annoyance at not being able to share my excitement, but instead having it crushed and thrown away.)
So a couple days later the cookies arrive. And they are marvelous. Yes, I ate them. My husband's pessimism did nothing to deter that. And to show what a big person I am I offered him one:
M: Seriously, you should try one.
H: No, that's okay.
M: What do you think, she poisoned them?
M: Fine. When I am NOT sick tomorrow, you try one and see what you are missing out on.
And I was not sick tomorrow. In the least little bit. And I was kind enough to leave a few cookies for him. He, however, did not take advantage of that and they sat on the counter a little too long for my willpower to take. So I ate them all. And enjoyed every last crumb.
And as for my husband, well, he continues to judge and still doesn't get it. These women out there in blogging land, they aren't just abstract people hanging out there in the void. These people have become my friends. I may not know their voices, but I do know their struggles. I know their joys. I know that they are stinking hilarious. I know that they try to be good people and sometimes don't meet up to their own expectations. I know their insecurities and a few of their faults. I know that they love their children just as much as I love mine, and I know that their children annoy them almost as much as mine do me. And a lot of these women know these things about me. So, I'm pretty sure that while I have never seen their faces I can call these women friends.
Get it now, honey?
*Carolyn, I didn't doubt your cookies for a second. And seriously, if you wanted to you could send me the recipe.