Friday, August 28, 2009

A slight revision

I need to make a revision to my previous statements about comments and the leaving of them. My position is basically still the same. Sort of. You see, I have a stat counter and I see how you're being referred here. I said that like Hayley Joel Osment in The Sixth Sense. All whispery and creepy like. I know where you're coming from, but I don't know who you are. The curiosity is really starting to get to me.

For example, I sometimes have multiple referrals a day from the Granite High blog. If you're coming from there, that must mean that we knew each other at some point. Even if you hated me 15 years ago, it's really okay with me if you hate me now and want to tell me. Just tell me who you are. Pretty please. Or, you can tell me how amazing I was and am, I am from Planet Awesome after all. Or, you can just tell me "hi". (Because we all know the awesome stuff isn't true.) You know, maybe just once and then you never have to again. I'd just like to know who you are. You can also tell me to shove it and to quit groveling for validation. ☺ That works too.

Other referrals come from links on the blogs of friends. Like from Kristen, Angelique (who's private), Dionne , The Boob Nazi, Jillene and others, but from these most often. That's right, I'm looking at you. You didn't know I could tell that, did you? ☺ If you're coming from those places, do we know each other? Maybe we're slightly acquainted. Maybe you've heard ridiculous stories about me from these people and thought you'd check out the source. It's really okay to say hi and tell me who you are. Even if it's just one time. I sometimes look at the blogs of those who leave comments on my friends blogs. So, I've most likely read yours. I'm just saying. (Just know that this little pep talk is for my benefit as well. I need to quit being a scaredy cat and try leaving a comment every once in a while on those I stalk. Like those from Granite High. Yeah, I've been looking at yours too. ☺)

I've made it really easy for anyone to leave a comment because I allow anonymous comments. That's right, anonymous comments. It would work a little something like this:

In the comment box you type: comment, comment, comment, comment. Signed, (your name here). Then you click anonymous and publish comment and you're done. Then I can stop being a dweeby dork-wad and wondering who all of you are.

How easy is that?

One last thing, the post I did about my heart and the other one about Fritos are still the ones that give me the most hits. That is just so silly to me. Especially the Fritos one.

There. Now I've said it. If you want to leave comments, fine. If you don't, that's fine too................................

Excuse me. I had to suppress a sob. It would just be kind of fun to hear from whoever "you" are. Now I'm over this and will never mention it again.

Disclaimer: Just so you know, I've been feeling extra agitated, anxious and needy lately. I don't know why. It just happens sometimes. Thus, the reason for this ridiculous post. I'll get over it eventually. So, if you don't want too, you really don't have to leave comments.

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What's on the menu today: Sloppy Joe's. Now, I take the lazy man's approach to this. I use Manwich. I happen to like it very much. Today, I plan on first browning the meat and then putting it all together in the crock pot to simmer for a few hours. My hope is that it will make everything that much more tender and flavorful. Well, and make it seem like I did a little more than just open a can.

P.S. Last night's dinner was really delish. On a whim, I made a couple of changes to it rather than doing it the usual way. You can see the revised recipe here.

    15 comments:

    Jules AF said...

    I hate people not leaving comments. IT DRIVES ME INSANE!!!!! Right there with you.

    danamack1 said...

    I laughed the whole way thru this one. I love to look at peoples blogs and not leave comments but will do better LOL if that will make you feel less anixous I am still laughing

    Love you

    danamack1 said...

    I almost pushed the anonymous button but stopped myself

    Tammy (Johnston) Ruflin said...

    Okay, okay...you twisted my arm and guilted me into it (good job). I am totally one of your blog stalkers. I love it...your kids are hysterical...a few of my favorites...plaid shorts looking Scottish on bottom and American on top...or Bill Gates inventing windows. I don't have a blog that you can stalk (I really don't feel like I have anything all that interesting to say), but I love to read others...they usually make me feel a little more normal. So now you can put a name to one of your mystery stalkers!

    Christa said...

    Tammy - thanks! I think you mentioned in a Facebook message that you read. I kind of figured you were one of the "Granite" people. However, unless you click over 10 or more times a day, there are more. I'm waiting to find out who.......

    Kristina P. said...

    I hope your stalkers come out. I think all bloggers have a lot more hits than comments.

    Hizzeather said...

    I just stopped looking at my stat counter, and then removed the code from my blog last time I re-designed it. It takes too much effort to care (for me...I'm totally talking about how I feel and not trying to say you should feel the same). I used to wonder about all the hits and why they didn't comment. I saw that some look at my blog EVERY DAY and don't comment and it bugged me. But then I found out that my mothers and my aunts all read my blog but just aren't computer savvy enough to comment...they comment to me in real life. So I decided to just let it go.

    ps...if you really want more comments, then you HAVE to comment on other's blogs. If you comment on almost every post, then they feel the need to comment on yours, like a dialogue. You need to be a comment whore like Kristina. I can't believe it, but she comments on EVERY POST of mine and EVERY POST of all our mutual friends (like you). That's a main reason she gets like 200 comments on every post! :)

    I really like your blog, otherwise I wouldn't read it. You are funny and interesting and HONEST. I love that. I don't want to read about how perfect everyone else is or I will feel like I don't measure up. I like knowing that everyone else is trying hard just like me, and that are some failures and successes (but mostly successes :).

    I hope you start to feel better! I hate when I go through those funky moods...and so does my husband. :) Hormones can be a real biotch sometimes.

    Christa said...

    Heather - Thanks so much! These virtual hugs are so nice and I guess very needed.

    I'm getting better about leaving comments. I just left my first on one today. It only took me about a year of reading to do it. I'm really growing. ☺ It took me several months of reading yours before I could leave one. Social anxiety is the worst.

    Christa said...

    I forgot to say that I know a lot of my hits are from family members who aren't computer savvy. They've told me so and I'm just fine with it.

    I was thiiiisss close to taking the stat counter off about a month ago, but I still like laughing over the amount of hits I get for Fritos. So, it will stay on for the time being.

    Elisa said...

    I get WAY more hits than I do comments. Bugs. Totally.


    I feel your pain.

    Happy Wanderers said...

    I've been tempted for awhile to write something like this. I know of a couple of people who come and read daily, but leave no comments whatsoever... I may have to copy you sometime soon...

    Laurel said...

    I always love reading your blog! It makes me smile, gives me good ideas and makes me so happy to belong to the family we both do :) I admire you very much.....you are an amazing person, Christa!

    Amy said...

    You know me! Right... right? I'm the only one coming over from "amy's blogroll", I'm pretty sure anyways. Two different locations- work and home. :)

    Christa said...

    Yes Amy, I knew it was you. ☺

    Randi said...

    Christa, I read yours all the time and never comment. So there.