No Thursday Thirteen for me this week because yesterday was my birthday (31!), and I was too busy carting The Boy to therapy, taking Baby Girl to her 6 mo. checkup, and then stuffing my face with celebratory onion rings at Red Robin to think of anything else-- and now it just feels like I've missed the boat, even though I have been known to post a Friday edition of the TT. Thanks to all my friends and family who called, emailed, snail mailed, sent flowers and gift cards, or left me a comment here -- I love you all too!
And now to the point of this post: I have noticed little buttons around the blogosphere saying that it is International DeLurking Week (thanks, Canada, for the "inter"national street cred). I realize that I am really late to the whole "week" part, and I don't know how to create (or steal) those cool buttons, so I am just telling you straight up: It's International DeLurking Week, and I'm all in! There is no law in Blogville saying that you must comment on a post, and I know that there have been plenty of posts that I have read and enjoyed anonymously -- I call it blurking. Usually, I leave a comment if the blogger asks for advice about a topic I know (or sometimes about a topic I don't know), or if I thought the post was so hilarious/touching/uncannily like my life that it needed my attention. And it goes without saying (but I'm just sayin') that I LU-HUV me some comments on my blog! I mean, if you knew how many times a day I check for new comments (5, 15, 8700 x's . . .) you might be concerned about my self-esteem. I just like to know that I am not crazy all by my lonesome over here. I know that many of you do comment regularly, and I thank you heartily; and I also suspect that perhaps I don't get more comments because the few people who do read this blog are already commenting, in which case I am down with that as well. But if you are out there, and you are reading this, and you never comment, now is the time! Unless your fingers are broken and you managed to navigate your way here by tapping your nose on the mouse, in which case I say you may have a dispensation, then please leave a comment! And in the spirit of making it interesting, I will shamelessly jack these few questions from Bub and Pie to make commenting worth your while.
1) Which is better – The Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter?
2) Who would you be more likely to be attracted to: the bad boy (think Hugh Grant as Daniel Cleaver) or the nice guy (think Colin Firth in a reindeer sweater)?
3) If you’re a mom, how do you tend to greet your children’s milestones: with a nostalgic "What happened to my baby?" or an exultant "Yeah! Bring it on!"
4) What are the biggest "don'ts" when it comes to helping a first-time mom?
5) What, if anything, would you like to ask me? (I have no boundaries; I’ll almost certainly answer.)
To all those wannabe commenters (and the regular commenters, too), I say: Bring it!
PS: If you really want my answers to these questions, I'll update this later. Right now I have to go get Older Girl from school, because they won't keep her any longer than they have to. I've asked.