needs a pick-me-up. It's been a rough couple of days for her and she is resting at home. This morning she will wake up earlier than she would have liked and after watching last night's Bachelor she will probably come check out the blog to support the endless rantings of her favorite daughter (other than Ange, Amy, and Amanda, of course) (who am I kidding? I'm everyone's favorite) (except for Nick. He likes me a lot, but Amanda is totally his favorite) (and maybe Spencer still likes Ange the most) (I wouldn't be surprised if Amanda likes Amy and Ange the most, too) (but I'm still pretty confident that I'm my Mom's favorite--well, top 6, for sure).
About my Mom. Pamela:
I don't know if she reads the comments after every post I make. I know she looks at the numbers of comments and will call me to congratulate me on a large # day. Like that's important to me! ;)
I have been trying to explain to her that there is a significant percentage of viewers who don't comment. They apparently do NOT want a rad MIX CD (I'm baffled) and perhaps think that none of my posts are clever enough to merit a comment. Which is fine, I guess. Sure, I wish I knew sometimes who you all are so we could become even closer friends, but some people like their anonymity.
But, this post is about my Mom. And she doesn't believe you all exist. Sure, she nods when I tell her how many people Google Analytics tells me visit every day/week/month, but I can see that behind the nod is incredulousness. She's not buying it.
I think it would make her so happy to see you all delurk here. Just a quick shout out that says "HEY! I DO EXIST!" or "Pamela, feel better soon and trust your daughter!" You know, make her proud AND show her that I am not crazy (which I think would make her pretty proud as well).
Do it for Pamela. And if you are anonymous, keep it clean!
It's gonna make her day!
THREE (BODY) THINGS:
1. driving a bunch of crazy girls around the neighborhood
2. making a big, greasy dinner
3. making my bed