Ree, I follow Pdub and click over to her daily.
Pioneer Woman keeps her blog as she does her corn chowder souffle, light and fluffy.
When Southern Living Magazine interviewed Ree this past March, she said the one thing she hoped that her readers walked away with every day when they left her blog was feelin' good. As in, lots of daggums, and garshes, and whoa~nellies! I once counted 5 goshes in a post, it must've been a light day for her.
Point is, I love The Pioneer Woman. I do leave her place smiling, happy, and feeling good. That is her goal, and she is the best at it. The.Best.
Well, I am breaking Ree's A#1 Best Quality piece of advice to a successful blog here. She doesn't bring in $800,000 a year from her blog from not knowing what she talks about. Yes, that number is correct. See the Times Article on the Top 25 blogs of 2009.
Today's post here will not have a single dagnab it, gosh, or tantalizing picture of the most beautiful family life possible. There will be no sparkly double rainbow sightings through an ever so light autumn drizzle.
I am falling apart. Not all at once. Just little stitch by little stitch. I am so not where I want to be at in my blogging life, so much so that I was at a loss as to what to do. I take where I am very seriously.
One of my favorite parts of blogging: the visits to other sites, is too far behind that I can't even joke about it. Not even a smart ass comment can be made as to the status of falling behind on my fave reads.
My other favorite part, getting back to precious and valued and prized commenters? Even in worse shape.
I should be feeling better at this point, the truth shall set you free and all that. But I don't.
I lamented and handwrung and wailed and tore at my garments to my closest dearest babes. And the two of them collaborated and will be offering up guest posts here this week, while I catch my breath. Tiffany, from On The Verge, and Tarja, from The Flying Chalupa, will be here Wednesday and Friday, even though one is swamped with a baby and business trips, and the other is swamped with school and 2 little ones, they're doing this for me. I know, I can hardly stand it.
And, that is why I haven't just shut it down to re open later. These two life giving angels will keep things afloat for me.
My name is Alexandra, and I am 3 months behind on my Google reader and am sporadic with replying to comments.
You all have given me an incredible gift with your comments, and your time spent here, and your support in every direction I've gone. You all have given me an incredible gift, and I'm grateful for that.
I'm posting this today because I don't want anyone to ever think that I don't want to visit their site, or that I think I'm too busy to visit their site, or that their comments don't matter to me, or that I don't even read them, so I don't respond.
That is my fear: and that is why I'm typing these words here today.
I am behind, because I am behind. So many reasons for it, but no one is interested in excuses. And I've read PioneerWoman, and I, sir, am no PioneerWoman, receiving 1,500 comments per post.
P.S. I love you, Tarj and Tiff, you two are a force of nature to be reckoned with. Coming in on sweeping keyboards and all.
And I love all of you who are still with me, here, while I somehow failed to keep up with you. Thank you.
*BONUS: The Empress' Bloggity Tip: Set the bar low, you can always jump over. ( -
**Extry extry Bloggity Bonus Tip: blogging, the devil and angel of it is all the cool people I met cuz of it. However, blogging is like that waaaay hot college boyfriend that you know is so bad for you, you know? No? mmmmmmmK, then, never mind.