blows me away…!!!

 

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It never ceases to amaze me when a particular post, and I never know which one, sends my views soaring. I was reminded of the once-in-a-great-while occurrence, when hits to my very recent post ” 365 photo challenge: loaded” skyrocketed to 408 views…and counting! The same thing happened with “the best gift…ever,” which hit 149 views. Long before that, as far as I can remember, was the post “putting a face on the unknown,” which got over 250 hits.

I know for sure there are other blogs which rack up astronomical views regularly. I don’t pretend to know their secret formulas. While all writers would love to be read, I think most who are passionate about their own messages, their own voices, can’t help but remain true to their own styles, whatever that may be.

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So while I value what I write, I never know what readers will value. But sometimes it may involve “gimmicks.” The post about being “loaded,” connotes drinking to excess which may have a broad appeal, especially among the youth. The post about my daughter’s invaluable presence in my life, included a very fetching picture of her, again an attractive element to youthful readers, especially the males. And the post about the “unknown” was to do with the Human Rights Campaign efforts on behalf of the gays, lesbian and transgender community. That included a segment about American ice skater Johnny Weir, with accompanying photo. I learned that mention of this athlete brought a flood of gay fans to my blog.

I couldn’t hope to duplicate such numbers if I tried. It’s like chatting with a friend in a crowded room with everyone talking, and your mention of some inconsequential tidbit, draws everyone’s attention to your conversation. “Whaaa?!? What’d I say?…what’d I say?”

that’s exactly how i feel when views go through the roof…without any preconceived help on my part…hugmamma. 

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getting back into the “game”

Returned to exercise class at the community center on Wednesday; went again today. While my upper body, including my arms, neck and head acclimated to the strenous movement, my lower extremity went into shock. After all, it’s been 3 months since I’ve dragged body and soul out of bed at 6:45 a.m. to make it there by 8:15. Somehow climbing into bed after midnight doesn’t quite jive with getting up again in 5 hours, especially if I expect my body to rock-and-roll at such an ungodly hour. Having left the work force 25 years ago, this month, early morning risings are ancient history, especially when I’m feeling ancient.

Besides missing the release of endorphins, I missed the camaraderie of my fellow exercisers who, like me, are not in it for vanity. We all figure if we don’t keep moving, we won’t be moving! Exercise keeps the joints limber and the muscles taut. They, in turn, ensure quality of life as long as we’re on God‘s earth. When we retreat to His heaven, well then maybe, just maybe we’ll be able to coast on our good looks. ha, ha.

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Yesterday being St. Patty’s day, Kristina, our instructor decided we’d celebrate the holiday today, with Irish music. Although I’m more inclined to bump and grind to Michael Jacksons‘s beat, I’ll dance to anything, even church music if need be. After finishing our usual aerobics routine, we turned to some fancy Irish footwork, including a touch of Riverdance, and a couple of jigs. You’d think I’d have these routines memorized, since Kristina has had us do them for as long as I’ve been going, which is about 5 years. But, of course, older age and a corresponding decrease in coordination, sabotage my efforts at remembering. No matter. All of us laugh at each other’s failed attempts to get the moves right. In some instances, even Kristina forgets.

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As a bonus for dragging myself to exercise class, I sometimes join a couple of the ladies for coffee afterwards. Today Kristina, Mary and I gathered at one of our favorite watering holes, Starbuck’s. Conversation is always so varied and, therefore, really interesting. Today was no exception. Discussion flowed from gay relatives, to attending a wedding where the bride’s family are all “gushers,” to biographies of Keith Richards and Meredith Baxter, to husband’s and their peculiarities. Whether sharing like-minded ideas or venting about personal gripes, we ladies are on the “same page.” We’re there for one another, or as my daughter and I are wont to say, “We’ve got each other’s backs.”

An interesting question was raised when we were chatting about Baxter’s recent “outing”  as a lesbian. It was obvious from reading her autobiography that she’d been through 3 heterosexual marriages that failed. I believe she was married to the wrong men. Baxter was the “bread winner” each time, although her husbands dictated their lives, each in his own way. She allowed their abuse, mentally, emotionally and in David Birney‘s case, physically. Faulting her mother’s total lack of involvement in her life from a young age, Baxter leaned towards “invisibility” in her relationships. Only when she finally fell into gay relationships did she feel an equal partner. So I posited the idea to my coffee-drinking buddies, that perhaps Baxter wouldn’t have gone Lesbian, if she’d met a man who treated her more like an equal, than like a doormat. My friends nodded their heads, but didn’t look quite convinced.

No matter if the conversation turns toward more serious topics, my companions and I always find ourselves caught up in fits of laughter, sometimes even hysterics. I guess we middle-aged women tend to laugh at our own jokes. Whatever?!? We have a lot of fun…and the pain of exercising seems a million miles away.

as they say…no pain, no gain…hugmamma.