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So here’s my request: Talk to me! I live for comments on this blog, absolutely obsess over them. If you read the comments here and think I know all these people you’re totally wrong. OK, so one is my best friend, and then a couple more are my other best friends and one is my sister in law and sometimes my sister comments (using the super clever handle “your sister”) but almost everyone else is a stranger. At most they’re an internet-only acquaintance who I’ve gotten to know through Facebook. I am not Dooce or Amalah or one of the 25 other mommy bloggers I have bookmarked. I don’t get thousands or hundreds or even dozens of comments. I don’t get free stuff from companies. I don’t have ads. I didn’t start doing this to be famous or rich* – I blog simply because I have too much to say and not enough real life in person people to say it to. So if you like reading here, please join in. It doesn’t have to be clever or funny or interesting. You don’t have to have kids. Hell, I’ll take a “FIRST!1!!” or a “Why is this even ON Bebehblog?????” I swear to you I read every single comment (usually the minutes you write it) and appreciate anything you have to say.
p.s. If you do like reading here and know anyone else who might enjoy it, could you pass it on? So far my biggest day ever was only like 300 views (which is ridiculously pathetic) and half of those were E and my friend Erin.
p.p.s. Anyone want to give me some advice on using an internet hosting company that allows ads? So far my attempts at online writing have resulted in $300 of unpaid entries to a military spouse website and this blog. I don’t want to switch platforms so I’d like to use the wordpress.org software but beyond that I have NO IDEA WHAT I’M DOING. Email me!
p.p.p.s. I swear I won’t do this again for at least six more months. I’m back to all baby, all boobs, all poop all the time. Here, let me make it up to you:
*I’m not saying I don’t WANT to be rich or famous. If somehow you have the power to make that happen I’d love to hear from you too. Call me, Oprah! Or Ellen! Or Bonnie Hunt! (Did you know she had a show? I bet you didn’t. Because you have a job and better things to do that watch tv at noon.)