I would love to sit here this morning and tell you that Homer, the sis, has a favorite blog and it’s mine.
But, alas, it isn’t true.
I haven’t seen much of Homer lately due to an insane baskeball/softball schedule of the oldest niece and I’ve been a nutbar due to work (although we had a lovely afternoon yesterday which was all sisterly and so lovely that I almost couldn’t stand it.) Homer brought to my attention something about being on the peripheral sidelines of the blogosphere and I had a couple of reactions. She didn’t catch the importance of what she said, but I did when it came to readers in this digital age.
Now, I have met Busy Mom a total of one time and liked her immediately. She’s really cool, and quite honestly, she immediately reminded me of my sister. I told her that Homer loved her blog, we smiled about it and then we both went on our way at a bloggers meet-up the summer before last.
My conversation yesterday went something like this:
Homer: “I commented on Busy Mom’s blog a while back. It was the first time I’ve ever done that other than here one time. She’s really good.”
Me: “Neat. She is cool.”
Homer: “She’s nice. She sent me an email back. I didn’t expect that.”
Me: “That’s really groovy. What name did you comment under?”
Homer: “Well, being that you’ve christened me Homer, I commented under Homer. She figured out it was me. I honestly thought it was really neat she knew I was Newscoma’s sister.” Looks at me like I have something hanging out of my nose.
Homer: “Her blog is the best. It’s my favorite.”
Me: My head shot up and I looked warily at my beloved sister. “Doh.”
Homer: “Don’t get me wrong, yours is pretty good, I guess.”
There are two lessons here. The first one is that non-bloggers appreciate feedback from the authors of blogs they read. It really is something that we should all do and I’m the worst about it. Non-bloggers read these things and I can remember feeling all weird about commenting back in the day. I remember when Atrios sent me an email and I felt on top of the world about it. Busy Mom made Homer’s day, but in all honesty, she’s loved going to BM’s place for a long time. She relates to her and this is of the good.
The second lesson here is that I’m going to have to hit her like we used to do when I was in sixth grade and she was in third grade. I believe when you hit someone on the arm and leave a bruise, it’s called giving them a frog.