The Never Can Say Goodbye Girl
In the next few days I hope some of you will be leaving me housewarming comments.
As I have tried to explain in the few e-mails I've sent out, I had to close up shop over at the other place. Yes, I loved the template, yes I loved the readers, no I did NOT love the comments. Not one bit. Each comment meant I had to reciprocate. It's the way I was raised. Damn you, Mommy.
And fact of the matter is, there are only a small handful of people that I realized I don't want to exclude from my on-line life.
And I'm suck at e-mailing, even worse than commenting.
So over here I can select who visits me each night for dessert, and who I can hide from in the back room of the house with the lights out.
Thank you for finding a way to worm into my heart in a way that is seemingly important to me. As the days went on, I couldn't stand the thought of NOT sharing my days with you guys.
I promise I'll be as real as I can be. Now that I'm finally free from the shackles of social niceties, I think I'll be able to get back to why I started blogging in the first place.
So, welcome home.
As I have tried to explain in the few e-mails I've sent out, I had to close up shop over at the other place. Yes, I loved the template, yes I loved the readers, no I did NOT love the comments. Not one bit. Each comment meant I had to reciprocate. It's the way I was raised. Damn you, Mommy.
And fact of the matter is, there are only a small handful of people that I realized I don't want to exclude from my on-line life.
And I'm suck at e-mailing, even worse than commenting.
So over here I can select who visits me each night for dessert, and who I can hide from in the back room of the house with the lights out.
Thank you for finding a way to worm into my heart in a way that is seemingly important to me. As the days went on, I couldn't stand the thought of NOT sharing my days with you guys.
I promise I'll be as real as I can be. Now that I'm finally free from the shackles of social niceties, I think I'll be able to get back to why I started blogging in the first place.
So, welcome home.
posted by Robin at 4:59 PM
9 Comments:
HELL YEA! You go girl! And I promise to comment more often! LOL. I can relate. Holoscan now tracks how many comments you get a month and since I have quit reciprocating for the most part, I have plummeted and you know what...I dn't really care. I try to when I can to those I love if nothing else to let them know I still read. The rest...no time to worry about it.
So anyway, i am excited to be here and to share the dessert whenever you offer it up babe...and to say, "YES! I am first!"
Whew! Thank Bob. I didn't want to be missing you too much... :)
Yeah, as you can see, Scott, I didn't even upload hell-oscan. I'm keeping it simple so I don't get stupid again.
Kami, I would've been missing you too!
Welcome back! Damn, you know how much I care about you!
If you want to retrieve it all, please let me know. All you have to do is change the URL. No one can find you that way. You can keep your template & all.
Just ask & I'll guide you. That's how I changed everything with my addy to keep me private.
LOL Scotty. I love reading his comments. He's a riot. You've got some good friends here!
:)
M~
Oh my gawd, I kinda have chills!!!
I love being in your heart and your secret club.
I'm glad you haven't disappeared my darling.
binsk i was laughing at myself,..
and cussing at having to shave again,.. but ME TOO!
funky you don't ever have to feel like you have to talk back to me,..
i will just talk and talk and talk for hours with no response what so ever! lol
but for real dough,..
your hell on a girls abandonment issues.... ; )
... i'm so glad i don't have to be without you though,.. thanks for that,..
i was missing you something terrible!
so now i want to know do we get a secret handshake or knock or something?!
Yeah, on that whole "comment" thing...
You kids were never the problem. Commenting on your musings was never a chore.
But going to see everyone, and commenting to people who -- well, how shall I say this? People who never seemed to have anything to say that I could relate to -- that was the issue.
And when Funky, er, Robin feels overwhelmed, she runs and hides from everyone.
And that's the skinny on that one.
I learned some blogging things from reading you in those early months.
And, sometimes, I too wish to GOD I hadn't told friends about my blog.
So I can relate.
Love the new template and color scheme. :) Happy to still have a window to look in on your world.
~S
Hi Robin,
Just got your e-mail telling me about this new site...
If you don't comment when I comment then I feel left out, neglected, abandoned, worthless. My life has no meaning. I have blogged for nothing. I'll never blog again. I havve spell checked in vien, vein, whatever. I kick my dog and yell at my wife and leave zip codes off leters just for spite... All because you don't comment when I do. It's all your fault. I hope you feel guilty because you are.
I mean why should I bother to comment if you do not intend to retaliate?
If I rack my brain to think of something, anything, to say nice about your site and you don't recognize how clever and brilliant my comment was and you don't say anything nice in return about my posting about my postate exam... Well, what's the point?
Anyhow, I'm glad to find that you have this Diva site. I hope it does just what you want.
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