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The Ramblings of a Redneck Diva
Saturday, January 29, 2005
Obsessive much
Mood:  spacey
Topic: Rambling much
I am a slave to my counter now. I've had this blog since June and have never felt the need for a counter. Until now. I got all hooked up with Blog Explosion and Blogarama and now with all this promised traffic I feel the need to know how many visits I get.

I can keep track of how many are new visitors, repeat visitors, what OS they use, what brand of toothpaste is in their bathroom cabinet as I type and when their last bowel movement was. It's scary really.

But then again, that's why we're all here, right? Secretly we're all just a bunch of nosey-assed, voyeuristic, busybodies who get our kicks knowing what goes on in total strangers' lives. Honestly, until I started with the blogging, I kept pretty busy with the neighbors and my kids. Getting a phone call about whose dog tore up whose trash and slung it all over the yard was excitement. The occasional invitation to a Pampered Chef or Tupperware party was enough to make me nearly wet myself. And who wouldn't get excited at finding poop smeared all over the toilet (and wall) by the three year old who conveniently forgot to wipe but was so engrossed in the Gameboy that she forgot to tell you and you discovered it when you walked into the bathroom and the smell of shit smacked you in the face. I mean, who wouldn't? Those are pretty exciting times - times that might be enough to sustain someone. But that was before blogging.

Now, I cannot wait to fire up the ol' Dell every morning and see what Dooce's pinchably adorable Leta did now, even though I've never met Heather or her pinchable baby. I had empathetic pains when Beth started complaining of abdominal pains and asked her readers for help. I laugh obnoxiously loud at Friend Monkey and his musings and enjoy giving my .02 to Babs regarding her questions and ponderings. File Girl and I share a love for Napoleon Dynamite yet we've never even spoken to each other.

But these people - you people - are a part of my life now and I can't fathom things without you. Sappy? Oh gosh yes. Desperate? You betcha. Okay, only bordering on desperate. I mean, I haven't stalked anyone whose blog I read. Yet. Karen is going to end up with me on her doorstep one of these days, though. She says I'm only partially psychotic, God love her.

Blogging has given this lonely stay at home mom something to get excited about. Yeah, the Tupperware parties are pretty awesome, don't get me wrong. I daren't give those babies up, no way - there are still pieces of plastic storage-ware I don't have yet. But in between peddling parties, dogs with trash fetishes and preschool poop escapades, I'm enjoying keeping up with the folks whom I've never met, have never babysat their kids or taken them soup when the whole family is sick, but I know about their struggles with infertility and then prematurity, the bad days they have at work (Okay, so I'm related to Courtney, I guess she doesn't count. I actually DO know her.) and their ridiculous tigger slippers. I would have a hard time giving up all this excitement. Call me adventurous if you will, but sometimes you gotta live on the edge.

Besides, haven't I enriched your life in some way by telling you about my eldest child hearing us have sex, about how I (almost)kicked ass in the Demolition Derby and how I called my son a "little shit" when he threw up on purpose? I mean, come like peeping in my windows, too. Don'tcha?

The Diva has spoken at 11:08 PM CST

Saturday, January 29, 2005 - 11:42 PM CST

Name: Courtney

Awww...a sentimental blogger. I too am a slave to the counter. I have to make a mental note of the number each time a check. If I don't I think someone has visited and it's really just me. I joined up with blog explosion this afternoon. I'm not rated yet, but it has logged some visits, six or so I think.

Sunday, January 30, 2005 - 9:04 AM CST

Name: J
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I totally feel ya, sister! I feel the same way. I love my life, but when you have kids, usually the highest point of the day is discussing how many times the baby pooped, what it looked/smelled like, and how many times you gagged while changing said diaper(s). Kinda leaves you wanting just a little bit more. You get to the point that these people are a part of your life, which my husband thinks is crazy, but what the hell does he know! It certainly gives you the perspective on what the rest of the world thinks. I like that it confirms the fact that I am not the only one that feels the way I do, thank goodness. Definitly a nice feeling!

Sunday, January 30, 2005 - 12:36 PM CST

Name: Diva

Damn Tripod gremlin ate my last reply to this comment. grrrr

Anyway, what I said was:
I specifically set my counter up to ignore when I visit the page so it's not just me visiting my page over and over again and running up the hit-count. :) When I got my first (only) rating of 10 on Blog Explosion I nearly peed my pants! I'm an entirely toooooo easily amused.

Sunday, January 30, 2005 - 12:42 PM CST

Name: Diva

YES YES YES!!!!!!!!! There is nothing more rewarding than staying home and raising your kids, but there is also nothing more exhausting, frustrating and just plain lonely at time, too. It's nice to know others out there are going through the same stuff with their kids, husbands and life in general. Makes you feel a lot less alone.

Thanks for stopping by! You've got a great site yourself, dearie! You're on my daily read list now - pat yourself on the back. You've got another fan!

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