Monday, March 17, 2008

*Update*

I really should have written a President's Day post.

Would you like to know why?

Because over President's Day weekend something monumental happened. I had my first ever In Real Life meeting with a friend from blogland. And it was none other than Compulsive Writer (lovingly referred to as CW, C-dub, and "the Queen of Nice").

She was visiting Disneyland on the VERY day I had planned to take my children there. We met up near the Golden Horseshoe where she charmingly engaged my kids in conversation (not an easy task as they are usually shy in public) and kept me company when my older children got in line for Big Thunder Railroad. It was lovely. We helped my youngest boys feed the ducks and chatted about blogging, writing (are they the same?), and other great topics like how to pronounce "Segullah." Thanks for taking the time to meet up with me CW! You were delightful and I hope we meet up again before too long.

Who have you met through blogging?

4 comments:

compulsive writer said...

Thank you Jennifer B. It truly was my pleasure. Your kids were delightful and I enjoyed visiting with them and with you. It was one of the highlights of my day at Disneyland.

We'll have to do it again sometime!

Reluctant Nomad said...

Well, I wish I could have met Compulsive Writer! But, alas, that will have to wait until this summer. Ok, let's see. Who have I met that I didn't have some connection to before? I think FMH Rebecca is the only one. I just figured out what IRL means too. Admittedly, I've got a long way to go.

Reluctant Nomad said...

Well, I wish I could have met Compulsive Writer! But, alas, that will have to wait until this summer. Ok, let's see. Who have I met that I didn't have some connection to before? I think FMH Rebecca is the only one. I just figured out what IRL means too. Admittedly, I've got a long way to go.

wynne said...

I have not met anyone. I have come close a few times, but it never quite happened for one reason or another.

Mostly, I think you--ALL of you--are a figment of my imagination.

Or I am of yours.

Take your pick.