Embarrassment

So here I sit, happily babbling away about hummingbirds and orioles and wheels on the PT Cruiser. I'm feeling pretty safe in the knowledge that the only people who will ever view my words of wisdom are my sister, maybe some of her friends, and the dozen or so each day who wander in looking for bird gestation periods. (That post is on June 2, for those of you who fall into that category.) I've gotten pretty comfortable around here; if it were an apartment, I'm sure I'd have dirty dishes in the sink.

I check my page statistics pretty regularly, looking to see how people got here. Today, amongst the Google searches for bird information, I found someone who had wandered in from a link on my favorite podcast's web site.

True, I wrote a blog post about The Strip Podcast a few weeks ago. Since I had heard this particular podcaster mention Google Alerts, I was pretty sure he'd find my mention sooner or later. What I didn't anticipate was that my humble blog would be listed on the roster of Friends of the Strip. I'm honored!

I'm also red-faced because that link came along just as I put a "What the heck, I'll show everyone my goofy bulldog dating video" post on the blog. I feel like someone caught me with dirty dishes in the sink.

I've discovered, though, that embarrassment has less power over me as the years go by. So what if people think I'm weird? I am weird, thankyouverymuch, and I'm having a ball being weird. How boring it must be to be normal and dignified and proper.

I have to admit, though, the dog dating video was particularly silly.