I admit it – I’ve been a blog stalker for years. The source of the original blogs I stalked were LiveJournal friends and then friends of friends of friends. Another writer might comment on a journal I was currently reading, and then I’d latch desperately onto their life as well. And this went on. You see, I had some boring work days (and weeks and months – hi, SHI!) to get through and when I found a “blog treasure” – one was that was started years earlier and still going strong – I could read back and see how the authors’ lives changed. If these unknowing people added photos to the mix, what an added bonus! I especially loved blogs written by people in their 20’s and 30’s because I got to see how the pressures of the times played out – college dating and hooking up, graduation, a very bad job market, post-college dating and hooking up, late night drunken blog posts, weddings, wedding dating and hooking up, babies, and so much more. My biggest issue with blog stalking was that a lot of blogs start in the middle and don’t clarify much after. I was a lurker and a stranger and when authors comfortably name dropped or talked about the weather where they were, I still didn’t know who they were talking about or where they lived. I don’t want that kind of blog. I can only hope that one day I too will have lurkers. And if so, lurkers, this is for you:
My name is Tamara. I’m 29. I was born and raised in New Jersey in a blended Brady Bunch family of five kids and I escaped to San Francisco (for a guy!) in 2007 and I have never looked back…on New Jersey. I often look back at my family:
Apparently that leap of faith was a good thing and I wound up marrying my long distance lover, Cassidy. I will write a whole other post sometime detailing our long and magical “how we met” story. This is us at our wedding, me watching on as Cassidy breaks the glass, Jewish wedding style:
We had a crazy life in San Francisco surrounded by fog, amazing energy bills, and a slew of drugs I’d never even heard of. However, the east coast seemed to be calling us back so we packed up our lives and our then 13-year-old husky, Stormy:
and had a fun-filled 2 1/2 week cross country move in our Toyota Camry. After a very rough start on the right coast, we wound up in an awesome pop culture museum of a home in Northampton, MA. Soon after we moved, we learned we had brought home a souvenir from our long trip – she was born July 9, 2009 and we’ve been enamored ever since.