You know how I’m blogging over at ClubMom? Well, yesterday, after VBS and lunch, I sat down at the computer to check email and lo and behold, my email box was jammed with comments and email from The Amazing Shrinking Mom blog.
I surfed over to check the stats on that blog and what?! I’d had 7,800 hits overnight. I spent the next two hours hunched over the keyboard answering email and comments and private messages sent through the ClubMom network. By the end of the day, I’d had over 12,000 hits on that blog.
And a huge amount here, too.
My husband kept saying, “Why?” And I said, “Well, I must have been advertised somewhere.” As it turns out, the folks at ClubMom sent an email to their members which featured my blog, among other things.
Today’s hits have been much higher than normal, too, and so has the amount of email.
All that to say that I miss you, my fellow bloggers! I’m not caught up on your lives, nor have I changed my Blogs in Focus, nor have I left any comments on any other blog in the past two days. It’s kind of ironic because one reason I love blogging is the interaction with other bloggers, especially reading other blogs . . . and now that I’m experiencing a little blog-growth, I’m missing out on part of what I love.
I’ll tell you. So much that I feel disconnected, unmoored, floating around in outer space because I don’t know how they are. It’s like my phone has been disconnected and I’m out of touch, without a dial tone!
But soon–next week!–my life will slow down. Fiesta! will be over. My husband will be out of town for a week and I won’t be babysitting and I will catch up on my blog-reading.
Or die trying.
And now, another picture or two from Fiesta!
(My daughter, boycotting today’s Fiesta! and playing with a baby, instead.)
(How cute is this cactus? My friend and I made it ourselves!)
(Do you love that parrot? I
stole borrowed it from my husband’s office.)
Okay. One more.
All my brownie points in heaven for servant-hood have been cancelled out my pride over this foam-insulation-latex-painted village. Pride cometh before destruction, you know.