This blogging thing is now in its fourth day, and I’m beginning to feel like Gollum. You know Gollum, from The Hobbit? And its not so much because I am pale, bug-eyed, hairless and hate light, as much as I have become consumed by the ring….this new love of writing to everyone and no one in particular.
For the most part I have only written at night when the kids are in bed, and the house is put to sleep for the night. But the killer for me has been the stats. The numbers of views on this page. What time they happen. When the rushes are, when the lulls are. I can’t look away! I find myself checking it often throughout the day.
Isn’t that the beginning of co-dependence? I shouldn’t care how many people are reading this drivel. I shouldn’t give a rat’s petootie who likes this. I shouldn’t pander to the audience.
But it keeps calling to me.
I have jokingly begun calling it “My Precious!” as Gollum did the Ring…but maybe its not a joke!!!
Is it me or is that sun a little too bright today?
Mama Boe 
Good grief, there are 1475 other fools looking at this!!
I’m checking this everyday, so watch for more inane comments. Glad to see your sense of humor is still intact.
Pam……. YOU ARE A WORDSMITH !
mIke b.