Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
I believe I have reached a milestone with WOMEN: WE SHALL OVERCOME. I seem to be at 500+ posts, but I'm not sure because the number of posts on my stats page sometimes stays the same for days at a time although I am posting every day.
So I might be at 510 posts, 600 posts, or 9,337.
When I started this blog it was called Dumped First Wife. When I began to feel more positive, I changed the title and my name. I was signing posts as Dumped First Wife and listed my occupation as topless dancer. Then I decided to reveal I am a writer named Lola. During those early days, when I had two or three followers, I often posted two or three times per day. I had to write about what I was thinking because I was in so much pain I feared my brain would explode. I'm convinced blogging kept me alive, or at least helped me get out of bed.
Now I usually post once each weekday and sometimes reveal a poem on the weekend. The majority of my hits continues to come from the United States with mighty, mighty Slovenia in second place. No country can ever replace Slovenia in my heart, unless some other country bypasses the number of Slovenian hits.
My small group of followers helped me through Faulkner's death, Harper's disappearance (he escaped from the back yard, went to jail, and had to be bailed out), the loss and probable death of Robin the foster dog, my divorce and settlement wars, and now more recently, with a larger group of followers, my sister's bypass surgery and stroke.
As for followers, boy have we gained. For a long time I had two, then three. Then several more showed up and I was stuck at 13 forever. With advice from my dear friend LegalMist and promotion by Cinderita, shout outs from many others, and help from all of you, we now have 70+ followers and I hope to keep growing -- the blog that is, not my butt.
My most popular post remains Dumpy Men With Beautiful Skinny Wives.
Second place goes to Hiccups and Waterboarding.
I wrote Lit when I was drunk. After I got shit-faced, I called Favorite Young Man at work and told him I was drunk. He said not to ever call him at work again to say I was drunk.
I strongly suspect that no one ever read my pantoum, a poem in a particular form that you will understand if you read "I Grew Up In Linda Brown's Town." I wrote this poem after attending a writer's workshop. One of the sessions focused on pantoums and using geography (the cities you know) to write a pantoum. Because I grew up in Topeka, Kansas, home of Brown v. The Topeka Board of Education, I wrote about Topeka and the decision. I don't know, though, if this poem's losing streak should be broken. Perhaps it's better left unread. I'll let you be the judge of that.
As I have mentioned a number of times in posts and comments on your blogs, I LOVE the search terms people use to find my blog. The most popular is Why does Mr. Rogers always wear a sweater? That one shows up constantly because I am a Fred Rogers expert. After I wrote about Franklin the dog licking my toes, search terms tended to be about foot fetishes.
My all-time favorite search term is fucking my skinny wife.
I thank you all for sticking with me and commenting on my posts and even on my comments. You will never know what a help you are to me and how I value your friendship.
Infinities of love,