Blogginess and my study cap.

 (Here I am staring into my I-site camera, looking at you.. all those readers.. the ones who have blogs, and the ones who don't.. the ones who comment.. and the ones who don't) 

Are you like me?  Do you always want to know WHO reads your blog?  I love it when people write comments--that's fabulous, but what about the rest?  And WHO refers them to you?

Lately, my biggest referrals have been: Sew Mama Sew.  I think I entered some of their contests or made some projects with their patterns.  They sent 1,000 hits last month!! Wow.  

How do I know this?  Google Analytics, of course. It's the only way to know who's doing what out there, except when someone like my friend, Janette approaches me at a graduation party and says, "I see you've been traveling.  I read it in your blog."  

Now that's great and all, but it makes the conversation very "me" centered, which is not cool.  So, Janette and all the rest of you,  I thank you for enduring my free, unwanted, unsolicited advice and help.  

And which of these illustrious, unsolicited, unwanted posts are the most popular? 

This one: homemade spray and wash.  

And of course, for the sewers: she wanted a zebra robe.

Then there's the question that you may be wondering.  All that blogging.. what does she look like blogging?  Or maybe you don't care.  So now you have to endure this.  

My study cap.  It all started when I was in college.   Let's back up about 20 years.  I was trying so hard to keep up with my 20 credit hours and maintain some sort of crazy Bible study schedule that could kill a horse.  

My roommate, on the other hand, had other ideas.  College was a social adventure for her.  We had kind of a unique room setup.  There was a grand open room, flanked by two smaller sleeping rooms.  The bathroom was attached to the big middle room.  

I was disgusted by all of the guys that seemed to be "always" in the main middle room.  In my rebellion to the nonsense, I did all I could do to look and act dorky in front of them.  I was hoping to embarrass the fashion diva that called herself a college student.  And everyone knew that when I had my "study cap" on, I meant business.  Don't talk to me or interrupt.. I'm in my own world.   I don't care if there's 10 guys in there; I'm not socializing.    But I had to come out of my study hole once in a while, at least to use the bathroom..   

It was a hard year for both of us.  While she managed (with her mickey mouse classes) to pull a higher GPA than me that semester, she also got the positive pregnancy test the following semester and we never saw her again.   All of that to tell you that was the year the "study cap" was born.  I told them it was all about keeping my brain contained.  Since my brain tends to wander around, it was all true.  

But now for some reason, I've picked up the study cap thing again.  You see, I have this issue with my hair.  Even though it's a little shorter, it can still get wild.  So, I started wearing it during the more intense cardio workouts.  Then, it was such a great idea, I started wearing it whenever I didn't really want to do my hair and had a lot to focus on at home.  Now, it's a blogging cap.  

And if I weren't indulging in wearing a study cap, you might have to endure me looking like this:

No real resemblance to the REAL O.M.