If you ever read this blog (which, i guess, it's apparent you do), you probably recognize that I am still having a hard time with the whole concept of a blog. I have severe blog envy. There are some blogs that I read quite religiously (note the side bar), and quite a few others that I make it a point to stop at every now and then. And I don't know if those people know that I stop by or not, unless I leave a comment, in which case it's pretty obvious that I've been there. But further more, I don't know how many people stop by here. I am fairly certain that there is a special blogger way to find this out, but darned if I know what it is! A lot of blogs have hit counters on them, but I am way too template-ignorant to figure that one out. Some times I like to pretend that there are people out there that just love my blog, people I've never even met, that get kind of sad when I don't update all the time and that do happy dances when I do. Maybe these people read what I have to say and howl with laughter because they have so often thought the same thing. Maybe they're doing that right now because they have the same blog insecurities that I have. Maybe they-- ok, I'm starting to feel like little orphan Annie imagining her parents. Snap out of it, jo!
Ok. You obviously know what you're doing. Give me some pointers. I want to play with the big kids. Besides, all of my imaginary devotees are waiting!
And for those of you who do wait on tenderhooks for every update, please accept my apology for being a little distant. I am participating in NaNoWriMo and am falling quite far behind (2785 words and counting!), so the blog thing is slipping to the side a little bit.
Chocolate ice cream goes in the freezer.