Generally, I don’t worry about my blog stats as much as I used to. I figure, as long as I’m writing what *I* want, the way *I* want to, I am happy. I appreciate my readers, every single one, no matter how many show up each day.
The last couple of days, however, I have been paying closer attention to my stats because I was getting a bump in traffic due to my post about the Ben Gay and Bedazzler conversation I had with Momo and yesterday’s post about the Mercedes Benz Tweet Race.
When I looked at my stats yesterday afternoon, the town in which D attends college popped up. “That’s weird,” I thought.
Not that D is the only person who lives in that town, obviously: 100,000 people live there, plus the 2400 students at the college. It’s just that I’ve never seen that city make an appearance. At first I thought, “Nah, it can’t be him.” D doesn’t ever read my blog. I mean, he has read it before, but I could probably count his blog visits on my fingers.
And then I noticed that the page being read by this mysterious person from the college town was a post about the day that Jim and D brought his car back to life. A couple of minutes later, it was a post about D’s blue room.
I logged onto Facebook, giggling, to see if he was on, and indeed he was. I started up a chat window with “ARE YOU READING MY BLOG? :)”
He replied, “HOW’D YOU KNOW??”
I explained blog stats to him, and we had a good laugh.
And that, my friends, was a great teachable moment about how his mother is always keeping an eye on what he’s doing.
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