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Earlier this month, Clay, Julianne, and Colton came down to stay with us for a week while my mom was off working. It was enjoyable having them around, which is evident from my total and utter lack of worthwhile posts while they were here. We played baseball out in the back yard and colored picture of Cinderella or Snow White. We stayed up late rehashing old memories and during a few nights, we went ahead and made a few new memories to go along with them. But in the middle of that all, I was reminded of an important fact that at times slips my mind.

You see, while The Kids were down here, we went out to eat with our grandparents. It was a chance for everybody to get together and see each other again given that it had been so long since we had all been in the same room together. During dinner, the topic of an e-mail my granddad had sent my father was brought up, which triggered this chain reaction in my grandmother’s brain. She slowly turned to me, looked me square in the eye, and calmly said; “And I need to clean your mouth out with a bar of soap!”

Say what?! What did I do?! I had just been laughing at something my dad said! It didn’t take long for me to figure out what she was talking about though. She wasn’t talking about something I had said just then or even something I had said that evening. No, she was talking about a few choice words that may or may not have been used by myself here on Shyzer.

That’s right. My grandmother had read Shyzer. Heck, I didn’t even know she had a computer that could load Shyzer! Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining in the least bit of ways. I found a deep sense of satisfaction that my grandma had read my site and maybe even still reads it now. She’s seen what I spend a majority of my time doing, she’s read some of my writing, and now whenever she has the desire to see how I’m doing, she can log onto the Internet and check it out. Now maybe I’m amused by simple pleasures, but I just think that is down right cool.

But there was another lesson to be had from that experience. I have no idea who reads my site. Sure, I have a general idea of which friends and family members do and don’t. It’s easy for me to know when David reads my posts since he is the only person from VT.EDU to ever come to my site. It’s pretty obvious that my siblings and parents read my site if only for the pure fact that they tell me. But the truth of the matter is that no matter how many people I know visit my site, I honestly have no idea of who else visits my site.

Which is why I shamelessly ripped off the Vegas commercials to promise that whatever happened on the camping trip, stayed on the camping trip.

All I can say is it was one of the most memorable trips I have had in quite a while. Various questions I’ve had for what seems like years were answered, some old friendships were reminded of their strengths, and a much-needed forum for my true self to emerge was widely available. I wish I could say with a straight face that I wish I could tell you more about our trip, but honestly, I can’t.

Because like I said, whatever happened on the camping trip deserves to stay on the camping trip.

I couldn’t be any happier with the end result.