I don't really pay attention to mine all that much, but tonight, I noticed that I went over the 50,000 mark (woo-hoo!), so I thought I'd login to my account and look at the past 90 days of activity.
First of all, WHERE in the world are most of these countries? I've never even heard of some of them! Who in the world reads my blog in Malaysia? Or Kuwait? Or Turkey? I mean, Japan and Canada make sense b/c I know people there (SHOUT OUT TO MY CANADIAN PEEPS WHO LIKE TO ADD EXTRA VOUWELS TO WOURDS!!!) but the Bahamas? I can tell you one thing right now. If I were in the Bahamas, I'd have better things to do than to check this blog. Word.
In the past 90 days, the most visited day was July 24, the day after I announced my pregnancy. Awww...thanks, guys.
But, I swear, y'all, the funniest thing in the world was reading the section where it tells you the various ways that people found your blog. Basically, it's a compiled list of Google (and Yahoo) searches with the exact phrases that were typed into the search engines, thus returning my blog as a result.
The most common ones made absolute sense and weren't funny at all:
- angela amick blog
- weight watchers
- amicks-benjamin-down syndrome
Then there were the ones that made sense based on my posts but they were still kinda funny:
- broccoli cause spitting up
- peanut butter poop
- pediatric rectal temperature
But the best ones...the ones that had me laughing and wondering why some people are allowed to Google...those are the best. And I don't know why some of these are results on my blog. But sometimes I do blog while intoxicated. (Kidding...I've never even been intoxicated.)
- achy eye sockets
- mommy's footie pajamas
- girly undated daily planners
- nude repairman
- pizza boob
- angela got fat from braveheart
Before I hit "publish," I wanted to ask you, my reader, for a favor.
See, I read a lot of blogs. More than I probably should. I *try* to comment on most of the ones I read. The ones that have only a handful of faithful followers, and those that attract the masses. I love it when the author of a blog replies to something that I comment on, or emails me, or at least acknowledges that I am reaching out to her. (I say that b/c most of the blogs I read are authored by females.) It's validating, you know?
But sometimes I comment. And comment. And ask questions. And make witty remarks ('cause that's how I roll). And nothing.
Listen, I know people are busy. So I try not to get my feelings hurt. And I usually don't. But sometimes that 13-year-old creeps out and suddenly I'm at a middle school dance in my flowery pink dress listening to Whitney Houston and wondering why no boy is asking me to dance. Because we're all human and when we reach out to others, especially consistently, it's nice to be acknowledged.
So then I started thinking about my commenters. And you know what, I probably do the same darn thing. There are some of you who faithfully read and comment on my constant blabber and I have never reached out to you. To read your blog. To see pictures of your kids. To acknowledge you.
And for that I am sorry. Sometimes this blogging thing goes to my head.
SO PLEASE....leave me a comment and tell me these things:
--Your name (first name is fine)
--Where you live (just general area)
--How you found my blog (Please tell me if you think I got fat from Braveheart.) and why in the world do you keep coming back? LOL
--Your blog address (if you have one) or even just your email if you only have email
--Anything else you want to add
--Why in the world would anyone Google "pizza boob"? (Incidentally, I did a search on my blog, and I have never typed the word 'boob' until this post. Ever. It's actually kinda freeing. I might do it more often. Boob. Boob. Boob. Take that, Googlers.)
Come on, even lurkers...I want to know if you live in Malaysia!!! And even those who I DO acknowledge (Diana....LOL), please leave me a comment, too.
Because there is nothing worse than standing there in that sweaty gym all alone.