Boo hoo! Poor little old me…

I’m really sad about blogging today…a stupid, feeling sorry for my stupid-self sad. Am I sad because I read a heart wrenching post elsewhere? No. Did my blog crash with my year’s worth of writing and now I want to jump off the Lion’s Gate Bridge ’cause I’m that sad? Nope, didn’t happen. Do I just want to actually feel like I’m part of the giant blogosphere’s conversation once in a while by getting a decent number of readers per day that actually want to leave me comments? Am I sad about that? Well, embarassing as it is to admit, yes. That’s why I’m a little sad about blogging today. And yes, that’s quite stupid and self serving and blah de blah, blah blah…but seriously, this is what I’m wallowing in today.

Now I know other bloggers have said that they don’t blog for their readers, they blog for themselves. I don’t know, maybe 100 page views and 60 comments a day will make you wish for more anonimity (sp? I’m not spell checking this…too sad), especially when some of those comments are hateful, spiteful and judgemental. But in my case, if I wanted to strictly write for myself, I’d just buy myself a nice moleskine notebook and start every entry with “Dear Diary”. I’ve never been a journaler (is that a word?) though…not once in my life have I managed to keep a daily, weekly or even once in a while record of who I am. Until now…until this past year when I discovered blogging. Until I discovered that, for free even, I could press a few buttons and interact with people all over the world. That I could learn about their incredible lives and I could, in turn, share a little about me.

I definately think there’s something wrong with my pages. I’m overdoing the keywords or underdoing them or some other such blather that I need to play with and bring under control…because I’ve been getting 25 people here a day for the last nine months. 25! Whole people! And very few comments.

I’m not egotistical enough to think that I’ll ever be in the blogging big leagues. I’m no Amalah (but oh to be that pretty and own all those bags…just for a day…mmmm *drool*)…I’m Vicky. I’m 34. I’m a regular mom. I’m a working mom. I’m a soccer-mom. I’m a (fantastic, just ask my husband…no don’t, he’ll lie) wife. I have something to say. I have a humourous story for you (I’m also Canadian and put “u‘s” in words that most Americans don’t recognize as the English language. Take that humour, neighbour, favour, labour!). I have something to whine about (you’re going “duh, like today maybe?”). I have something to celebrate. I’ve been at this for almost a year!

I’m truly sad (in more ways than one…have you witnessed my hair today?)…and I’ll probably want to hit delete as soon as I post this, but maybe it needs to be said. Maybe there are others who feel like me. Maybe?

So, anyways….(**awkward silence**)

Here. I’ll challenge you. Due to my depressing lack of comments and readership, I’ve never managed to receive a single, solitary nasty comment or hate mail from anyone. So, I challenge you to take me to task about this post. Call me names, tell me I’m a whiner, ridicule me for being self-absorbed, tell me I should be concentrating on world peace or the state of womens’ feet due to wearing high-heeled shoes — instead of wallowing in comment misery. Use expletives. Don’t hold back. Tell me how you really feel…

…just don’t make fun of my hair. I know already…

Time until I’m back with my family: 4 hours, 57 minutes

Laundry List: I guess I’ll need to wash the tablecloth from my pity party.


8 responses to this post.

  1. I’ve got your blog on my RSS feed – and I love your writing style… I’m afraid I don’t have anything terrible to say – but I can relate to the bloggy wasteland of no comments 🙂

    Don’t stop writing… omg… what would I have to read on my coffeebreaks!

  2. I love your hair! Every day, even today, (I know I can’t see it but I’ve seen it lots of times and it always makes me a little envious – especially the color!) And, should you ever decide to start writing on the state of women’s feet from wearing high heels – here I am, interview me. Or listen to me whine. My feet are pretty much ruined for anything other than orthodic type shoes and I could write an entire blog on how cute those shoes are! Oh, ok so that really isn’t what this was all about. Your blog, fantastic, nothing really mean to say. Well, ok calling my wonderful son cheap bastard might get to me once in a while but then I do a reality check and get back to enjoying the reading. My routine when I get home from work – make a cup of tea, head for the computer to read your blog. It’s usually the hilite of my day and don’t dare let anyone interrupt me until I’m done or they get that icy cold stare that stops them in their tracks. Oh, and the disappointment if you haven’t blogged. There I am with my tea and no one daring to interrupt me and oh poo… blog; nothing to read. (OK so don’t drown in guilt or anything….) OK, so that’s my bit said. I think about responses to almost everyone of your blogs so I’ll really try to get better at writing them instead of just thinking them. Please remove your sad face and keep on blogging. From your greatest fan,

  3. Hey Vicky,

    I’ve been blogging for nearly two years and it’s only been the last year that my viewers have doubled (but still a small number in the grand scheme of bloggers like the A-list ones). And I still rarely get comments, even when I beg for them. But then I remember that I read a bazillion blogs a day (yours included) and I probably comment MAYBE 1% of the time. So how can I complain? I don’t have the time to comment on everyone’s blog (unless I stay up late like I am now writing this one), so maybe other folks are in the same boat.

    I’m just sayin’…

  4. You’re so cute. LOVE the new look, by the way! 🙂 I posted almost this exact same thing a while back.

    (Shamelessly plotting to get you to my blog, as well. I long for readers/comments still to this day! LOL)

    I think you’re quite funny and you’re being RSSed direct to my desktop, as well. Just so’s ya know. 🙂

  5. Ummm here is my best attempt at an insult: your momma wears combat boots. Ok so it was super lame but I gave it a shot. I love your new look for your blog!! If you comment a lot on other blogs those writers are very likely to be nice enough to come over and comment on yours now and then. That is how I have gotten my readers few as they may be.

  6. Ummmm… ok.. I can’t come up with an insult… but I can say that I see you love our “U’s” but don’t like our “S’s”

    RECOGNIZE?????? Bah.. its recognise!!!…

    He he..ok.. I love the new look… its bright and breezy… and not at all sad….

  7. Ditto on the reading you on the RSS feed. Some days, just not enough hours to comment on the blogs, y’know?

  8. hey you….sorry I missed your B-day (I kind of got behind on some of my blog reading)!!! hope you had a good one! my b-day is next month. I am 2 years behind you….there is your insult for the day!! you are older than me by 2 years!!

    seriously love your blog and I happen to know that my friend Xangelle reads you too…she just don’t comment!!! hey she barely comments on mine and we have known each other our WHOLE lives!!
    I totally live for comments too. When I don’t get a lot of comments I double think my entry..I wonder if it wasn’t clever or witty enough for people to leave a response…..ah the torture we do to ourselves!!! I like to think that I am just “journalling” too but you are right something about getting that coveted comment that is addicting and alluring and takes up just too much of my thought life!!

    well here’s to you and your crappy whine day! and oops I am 2 days late and LOVE your new look btw!! I want a new look too…..seems all the rage these days and you know got to keep up with the latest blogging styles!!

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