After I get Toby and Jesse off to work, I usually sit down with my coffee at the computer and do some serious surfing. I check my own blog for comments (rarely are there any new ones), and I read through my favorite blogs. Sometimes I check my sitemeter which I find fascinating. There are the usual folks who drop by my blog, but sometimes there are strangers from far away places that find my blog. I can't help but wonder how they came by my blog and what they thought as they read it. I wish they would leave some comment to say they were there - like the ones written on bathroom stalls - me and joey wuz here in 07'. Maybe they could just say, "Howdy from the Jones" or "Mighty fine blog" or "Just dropped by from the moon - how the heck are you". Somebody dropped by my blog having googled "Leroy Featherston" and another person found my blog by googling "Lynda Donnithorne". I wanted to say, "Hey, I know them well! Why didn't you ask? Who are you? Can we talk here?" It just seems like such a waste to come by my blog and not say anything. I'm not talking about my "regulars" that come by everyday, although I love hearing from you, too. I'm talking about new and different people that just happen by.
I happened upon an interesting blog yesterday called Stolen Thunder. After reading several of his posts, I left him a comment to say who I was, how I found him, and what I thought of his blog. It just seemed the polite thing to do. Then again, maybe he doesn't care who comes by his blog. Still, I think I will make it a point to drop a comment on new blogs - unless I think their blogs are sorry. Then I will just move on. Hmm, maybe that is what they think of mine. I did have that thought that if someone dropped by my blog they would think, "Hmm, nothing substantial here." After all, I have not written anything profound lately. Sometimes I save all my profound thoughts for my comments on other's blogs. You know, us blonds can't be too profound or we ruin our reputations. Of course, some people think I am an angel.
My mom called the other day to say she was bringing my 12 year old niece up to see the kittens. Toby asked, "Hasn't she outgrown playing with kittens?" I answered, "I haven't outgrown kittens yet." He said, "Yes, but you are unique." or did he say "odd"?