Popularity

I’ve never been popular.  At the end of my seventh grade year, after infiltrating the pseudo-popular girls, I decided to go all out and try out for the cheer leading squad.  No, that’s OK, I”ll wait for you to stop laughing.  If you know me this is hilarious, I have as much grace as Carlton.  It was very apparent that I was NOT cut out for cheerleading.  But, I stuck through it, only to be hugely embarrassed at the Saturday try-outs.  That was my last attempt at popularity.  That was the day I realized the difference between good attention and bad attention, or laughing with you and laughing at you. 

I never fit the mold for being one of those girls.  I’m just a little too loud outspoken, a little too rude honest, and a little too much one of the guys. 

So imagine my surprise when I opened up my dashboard this morning to see that I had 103 visits yesterday.  103.  I have never had more that thirty. 

Oh My God, 103 visits?!  Except, I have no idea what to think, because not one of my new visitors left a comment. Oh, my God, I need to post something!  Something substantial, not the crap I’ve been dribbling lately.    My mind is all of the sudden blank.  What the hell do I talk about?  What do all these new visitors want to know?  Oh, maybe I should ask them.  So, to all y’all hiding in the shadows, I say Ollie, Ollie, Oxen Free!    Leave me a comment, ask me anything (or you can email me at bourbonmama (at) gmail (dot) com).  Really, no subject is off limits (actually, there are a few, but not many).  Just tell me what you want to know.  Or at least stick around until I have something good to say.