Hey, I realized that I’ve done more than 100 posts now!  Yay, me.

Actually, I’ve been a little bit bummed because after steadily climbing in readership for a while, I’ve leveled off in the last couple of weeks.  It’s true that I haven’t been very good about passing around those cute cards, which would help, I’m sure, but I’m still feeling a little discouraged.  Anyway, I was thinking that I should do a little feedback survey, and then when I started to create one, it was just waaaay too boring.  But I am, you know, interested.

Oh, man.  So I just tried another tack, which fortunately for you, has been deleted.  But there is just no way to ask various questions–[imagine this in a whiney voice:] “what do you like?  what should I do?–without just sounding super emotionally needy and self-absorbed.  Speaking of which, I absolutely did not connect that baby to Lindsay Lohan.  I mean, I’ll admit that I’m not particularly in touch with pop culture, but really?  I don’t know if it’s unbelievable egomania (“It’s all about me”) or pathetic self-esteem (“A  cheating substance abuser=me”) or a tragic combination of the two.  No, actually, I’m going to have to go with tragic combo.

Wow.  So now that I’ve released the icky feelings of my own insecurities by heaping abuse onto the bony shoulders of Lindsay Lohan, I was just kind of, umm, wondering. . . is it the info?  the patter?  the rants?  Do you want lots of details about stuff I’ve done or more lists of things that we could all do?  Do you want more stuff on teensy babies or older kids?   Does hearing about my petty humiliations and failures make you feel like a cool, successful parent (thank you, Supernanny!), or does it just make you feel . . . uncomfortable?

Just wondering. . . .