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 on...you like peeping in my windows, too. Don'tcha?