My name is Kelley and I am a comment junkie.
I cannot go to a blog and not comment. Even the really weird ones I come across, I have to at least say ‘thanks’. It’s only right in my twisted mind, for me to let them know I was there.
Cause I don’t want anyone thinking I was a stalker, or *gasp* rude.
I guess I have always been like this. Hear a conversation in the line at the supermarket, I will at least make eye contact and smile. I will strike up a conversation in line anywhere. At the deli counter. At the hospital, washing my hands in the ‘ladies’ (I draw the line at in the stalls, I know people that do that and that is just gross! Ooh there is a ‘gross’ comment for you DooDaddy! Not as gross as your kitchen though) My girls used to look at me in awe and say ‘Mummy you know everybody‘ their innocent eyes gazing up at me in wonder.
Now they just think I am mad.
But, tonight as I sit in Boo’s room on my laptop *stroking her lovingly* waiting for him to go to sleep, but he is seeing how far he can hold his drinkbottle away from his face and still get the water in his mouth, while singing the ‘Bacon bacon bacon’ McDonalds ad, I am in a state of panic.
My comments are not getting through.
They are disappearing into the ether.
And that means that I am visiting a blog without commenting.
Does anyone have an inhaler? A paper bag? I am hyperventilating.
I can’t comment.
I am getting to the point where I have so many blogs to read and feeling that I have to comment that I am getting rather overwhelmed. I am avoiding blogs that I love because I know that I will want to make a long winded comment and I don’t have time. So when I get there, there are so many to read, and comment on, and I don’t want to be rude, or a stalker and…….
Splat.
That was my head exploding.
As I said. My name is Kelley and I am a comment junkie. It has been 10 minutes since my last attempted comment. I have 4 windows open with 7 tabs each, full of blogs that I want to comment on, but I am too scared.
Scared that I will write a comment and it will disappear.
Perhaps I should be more concerned with the content of my comments, than the sheer number, eh?
October 11, 2007 at 9:45 pm
hehehe I am a Blog-Stalker! I flyby and read and fly on past again…
October 11, 2007 at 10:03 pm
I am a half and half commenter.
I honestly would try harder to comment, but I have dial up and sometimes the pages won’t load. Also I hate typing one handed and it is hard to comment while breast feeding.
October 11, 2007 at 10:39 pm
Put that mirror down!!!
Its not our fault if people find our faces friendly while waiting in line and respond to our innocent comments and strike up a conversation, honest its not!!
October 12, 2007 at 12:32 am
LOL well your comment on my page came through! And you can stalk my page as many times as you like lol, I dont expect comments, am still surprised to see them there actually.
Hugs!
and lol at Boo singing the bacon bacon bacon add. We had maccas for lunch last week because there was no power in half our town for nearly 4 hours and i was too scared to open the fridge incase all the meat and food i bought the night before went off in the heat. My kids sat at the table singing “bacon bacon bacon” add and a number of other adds. (lowered head and stared at the table cause all the other parents had kids running around and being normal while mine sat there singing adds.
Thank your lucky stars you had the girls first, at least they are old enough not to copy boo’s every action!
Moo can’t remember his timestables, but he can remember every single add he has ever heard as well as the entire dialogue from every movie (including the accents of each character) he has ever seen! Freakin Frustrating I tell you!
October 12, 2007 at 5:46 am
I talk to strangers, too, and like to leave comments when I visit blogs — but sometimes said strangers look at me like I’m crazy, and I don’t have anything of substance to add to a blog. ;^) So I hear ya!
BTW, I saw your blog mentioned at http://shroomhead.blogspot.com/ — I hadn’t thought about how much your kids look alike!
October 12, 2007 at 6:43 am
Okay, de-lurking again in honour of your post
I don’t do it on purpose, one-handed typing just sh*ts me – so I have put her down and she is screeching at me.
FOR SALE 1 clingy whingey pink thing …. barely used …. addicted to boobie.
My sister sings the bacon bacon bacon song to hubby – I remember one morning walking through the courtyard of some townhouses with her and smelling bacon cooking – my sis says “Is that you **** or someone’s breakfast?”
xxoo
October 12, 2007 at 8:56 am
Well, if YOU can’t comment, then I guess I will have to comment. I love getting comments and I love leaving them because I know how much they are appreciated so, here you are!
October 12, 2007 at 11:49 am
OMG! I know exactly how you feel! It stinks! I feel like if I go, they might know I was there (some people watch their statcounters devoutly. Not me, or anything, but some people…) and then… if you don’t comment, will they think you didn’t like the thing? And then, coming up with a funny/interesting/relevant comment, when all you really want to say is, hey, I thought that was funny, or interesting or whatever…. yeah. Who knew this was going to be so hard!? But I do love getting comments, so thank you for coming by. And commenting!
October 12, 2007 at 6:02 pm
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October 13, 2007 at 7:06 am
Okay you crack me up.. My husband finds it remarkable that I can get to be “best friends” with someone in a checkout line.. I will tell him about a conversation and when I get to the part about who the other person is.. I have to say. “Uhm, just someone at the store.” He thinks I am nuts. I am a comment junkie too, though I have found myself deleting comments before publishing because I was afraid they were not quite witty enough.
October 14, 2007 at 2:38 am
LOL DBF can never get over me chatting with all the checkout people and the people in line and in the aisles and anywhere else i go. Thing is, I am actually really shy, but since having kids I have found it just a little easier each time to start a conversation and its actually easier with strangers than it is with people i know.
October 14, 2007 at 1:16 pm
oh yes!! I’m much happier amoungst people I don’t know that people that I do know but not very well! lol I’m shy too. Not that anyone who isn’t a really close friend would know that. I’m good at compensating. lol
October 15, 2007 at 7:36 pm
Jodi: Nah, your just not OCD when it comes to commenting like me!
Veronica: Dial up has gotta suck when people post heaps of photos! Oh and refer to the comment to Jodi….
Bettina: Nice to know I am not the only freak!
Erin!:
Oh you should have seen today! Boo was reciting every bloody Homestar runner skit he has ever seen and making me join in. Then screaming blue murder when I don’t get the voices and accents right! He can do it to perfection. AND the child has an American accent. Too has an English one!
Beth: Yes it is truly freaky how alike they are. She sent me some more photos and Boo looked at them and said ‘That is me!’ At Leelo’s age Boo was non verbal and now wont shut up!
Angel: I will take her in a heartbeat. But unfortunately my boobies dried up long ago…
Stimey: Thanks. It is truly weird cause some of the comments I sent turned up days later and others didn’t and when I tried to send them again it wouldn’t let me cause I had already ‘said that’….. bizzare. Thanks for the comment though. I wasn’t trawling for comments. Honest!
Madmad: Gaffaw, I have found my twin!
Jennyalice: Ooooh, Triplets!!! Comments are comments, doesn’t matter if you think they are witty enough! I sometimes post something then regret it later and people end up liking it…. go figure.