So I'm having a little bit of a blogging crisis. A lot of new people have stopped by lately (thanks again for the link Coffee Bean, that was really sweet). People like her and her and her. Oh and this lady has an awesome blog title. And this nice lady and this one. And this girl who told me I reminded her of her mom. Um, thanks? Your mom must rock. And be super young, hip and cool. Like me. Because I see on your profile that you are 24, and um, I really really want to take this as a compliment. I got my first blogging marriage proposal from this girl. But I think she'll change her mind when she finds out my daughter was named after a New York Yankee. (She's a Red Sox fan. Sigh.) But I hope she won't hold it against me and we can still be friends.
Everyone left really nice comments. And well, now I'm, um, scared shipless. Everyone's like "Oh April, you are so funny!" And you are right, I am. I can't help it. And thank you for noticing. But what if I'm not? What if my funny-ness just runs out? What if, I shudder to think, I can no longer find material to entertain the masses? Everything that has happened in the last few days, I am over analyzing. "Is that funny? Was that a comical moment I can spin into a blog post?? Is this moment blogworthy?" Oh the pressure! The agony and anxiety! The desire to not suck!
Why is it that blog comments are so invigorating? What is it about a real life friend or a total stranger leaving you a little note that just makes your day? Is it the acceptance? The affirmation? The reassurance that what you are writing about is worthy to be read? I have no idea what the answer is. All I know is that when I see there are comments, I am over the moon.
I think I am addicted to blogging. And all that comes with it. Writing it, reading others, commenting, reading other people's comments. There are some flipping funny people in this world. And there are some sick-o's, too. You know who you are. But I think I may have a problem. I check my comments when I get up, a few times at work, when I get home and before I go to bed. No wonder my laundry mountain is growing. Sigh. I sound pathetic.
Hi. I'm April and I'm a blog-addict. (All together, "Hi April.")
I know I am totally addicted to my cluster map. I love that little bugger. I love seeing how many hits I got each day and if I got any new red dots. But it's definitely a love-hate relationship because right now I'm a little mad at it. Why you ask? I think it's ripping me off. I think it's going skimpy on the dots. Yesterday I should have gotten a dot in New Zealand. But look at New Zealand. For those of you who are geography challenged, it's that long island south east of Australia. If you don't know where Australia is, you need to look it up on the Google. Did y'all see President Bush talking about the Google? Seriously, that man needs to stop doing interviews. So back to New Zealand. Where is my dot, Cluster Map? What the H?
Look how international I have become! I know! So exciting. Someone in Australia has looked at my blog more than 10 times. I know this because their dot is growing. How cool is that?
Nicole Kidman, if that is you - Hi and good luck with the baby. Oh and I like Keith way better than that other crazy guy you were married to.
If that dot is Hugh Jackman - What's up Baby?
If that dot is just some random person in Australia, Welcome! Let's be mates, okay? I'm not really an idiot. I mean I realize the population of Australia is over 21,000,000 (I totally just looked it up on the Wikipedia), and the chances of that dot being Nicole or Hugh are pretty slim, but you know, just in case. Either way I'm glad you're here.
I was so excited when I saw the red dot in Asia. Junior was looking at the map with me and I said "Oh look, I've got a new dot in Indonesia." And Junior says, "Um, Mom? That's Japan." Yeah, do you know how bad it sucks when you realize your 10 year old is smarter than you? Of course I played it off really well. I was all "Yeah I know, I am just making sure you are paying attention in school." And he says "Oh yeah, I know." I don't think I fooled him. But how sweet of him to not make me feel like a dumb ass.
I'm getting no love from Africa. What is up with that? It's now my goal to get a dot in Africa so instead of being international, I can be GLOBAL. I guess I need one in Antarctica too. So if any of you know anyone in Africa or Antarctica and can hook me up with a dot, well that would be so neighborly. And I'll send you a certificate that says "I was instrumental in April's successful plot for World Domination." Plus you can be a member of the blogging "In Crowd." Which means you're cool. And really, who doesn't want to be cool?
So I will leave you with this story. Yesterday I was looking at the blog titled Wonderful World of Wieners. Junior came into the office and looks at me a little funny after he sees the computer screen. "Mom? What are you looking at? Is that website appropriate? Does dad know you are looking at that? Is that why you always tell us to make wise choices when we are on the computer?" Ah, the joys of having a ten year old in public school.
Peace out Peeps.
**** UPDATE ****
Apparently I was too hard on Cluster Map. Sorry Dude. He's just a day behind on updating my dots. As you can see, I now have more dots in Australia and drumroll please . . . . a dot in New Zealand! Thank you Diet Coke Rocks! You rock too! And so does Cluster Map, just a little late.
And just out of curiosity, I have a question for the Aussies. When I was in Austria this fall they had T-shirts and keychains and coffee mugs that said "No Kangaroos in Austria." Apparently there are some really stupid people in the world, who knew? So do you guys have merchandise that says "No Von Trapps in Australia" or "The Hills Are Not Alive in Australia"? Seriously, one of you should totally market that. I am sure you get your fair share of stupid people touring down under, right? Those keychains were flying off the shelves in Salzburg. I bought one. Just saying.