When I started my blog…I loved finding widgets to add to my sidebars. I have the very cool Shakespearean insults; lists of my books; the fun name in the sand; ads that are bringing me a veritable fountain of cash. My favorite is my cluster map. I have to check it on a daily basis. It updates each morning…and I am fascinated with the results. I mean really…who are you people?
Most days there are 25-30 visits to my page. I think that most of them must be me. I like to listen to my own music. And I can use my page as a launching pad to visit my favorite websites or those blogs that I stalk. Then one day last week there were almost 50 visits. What happened? Who are you people? Why would anyone other than my mom read this drivel? (Well other than those of you that I personally call and say "hey...have you read my blog today???")
In the beginning, I hired Darcy over at Graphically designing to make my site pretty. She asked me what blogs I liked the look of – so if you go to the top of any blog on blogger, there is a place where you can click “next blog.” I searched that way. Not that I found anything. Except blogs in languages I could not figure out. Then if I went to my own profile page…I could click on my own interests and find other people who like LOST or reading or any other similiar things. Did you know that I am the only one on blogger who admits to liking smutty books? Anyway, it was another good way to look at blogs. Actually, on Saturday, Rhea from Texas commented on my blog…she found me via LOST. The magnetic fields are that powerful.
But again…who are you people? My cluster map shows visits from South Africa, Indonesia, England, France, Mexico…who are you people? I had to send my kids to the basement to bring up the globe so that we could try and decipher which country those dots are on. Does that count as a homeschooling geography lesson? When you are visiting, why don’t you comment? How did you stumble into my little patch of the internet?
Come on now…and say “hello!” You’ll feel better. And then I’ll know who you are. And I’ll be able to sleep at night. My husband will thank you.