Who'da thunk it?

So I started this wee little (wee little...seriously...it's no where's near St. Patrick's Day, where the heck did that come from??? ANYWAY) blog back in the beginning of July, just as a way for me to get my thoughts out and ramble about my life.  I may be a teacher by trade, but I have to write to feel like myself.  This little rambling blog was really intended for no one but me.  I mean other people were welcome to read it, but honestly why would they?  I don't think my life is necessarily all that interesting-although sometimes it is a bit funny, and always random-but not necessarily interesting.  Anyway, enough self-deprecation and back to the point of this post.  So I logged on about an hour ago because I was going to write about something random that happened at work today, but when I did I decided to completely forgo that post and replace it with one more relevant.  What would make me completely change my post when I logged on you ask...drumroll please...I discovered that I have my first follower to my blog!  Now, others have posted comments, which is awesome because not only did you read it, but you had something to add, but a follower...that just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.  Who would have thought that someone would want to follow what I have to say, certainly not me...but now a weird complex has arisen.  Now I feel that I have to say something of value, of substance, something worth reading, but alas, that is not my style.  My style (as you know if you've been reading) is to ramble, often about nothing, often off topic, and often on a soapbox.  In conclusion: Who'da thunk it?  Certainly not me.