To My Russian Reader

Hello to the person who reads my blog from Russia. Thanks for tuning in regularly. I'm happy to have you along. I don't think I know anyone who lives in Russia, so it's nice to think that you enjoy my blog enough to check in once in a while. I'd like to know who you are ... if you're willing to tell me. I'm curious about who may be interested in what I have to say ... and why.

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  1. Sandi RatchJanuary 3, 2011 at 8:27 AM

    Not to be exclusive, because people from many different countries have viewed pages - but the Russian reader has come back again and again. I'm curious about anyone who reads this and doesn't know me personally, though, so leave a comment if you wish.

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  2. DeeBeeSeptember 5, 2012 at 7:49 AM

    Ya know, I thought I had Russian readers as well, and then I researched it and discovered that a site was spamming my stats and trying to get me to click on a porn link. I was so thrilled that I had all these Russian fans! So I looked at the referring sites and... ha.

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  3. Sandi RatchSeptember 5, 2012 at 9:22 AM

    OMG - you are SO right. And here I thought I was an international blogger. But you know what's great? I no longer care if the only people reading my blog are my friends. I write it for myself, really, not the audience, so it really doesn't matter who reads it. Had you told me this a year ago I might have been crushed. Now I'm slightly let down and think it's kinda funny!

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  4. DeeBeeSeptember 5, 2012 at 10:14 AM

    I know, right. It's nice to have a few moments of thinking: "look, at me, closing the cultural divide!"

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