How much am I loved? Well, I could judge it by whether or not my family comments on my blog, such as the three family members featured in my last post. (Yes, that’s a dig, Mr. Understanding). Or my friends. Most of my closest friends in the world do not either know of this blog’s existence, have forgotten about it, or quite frankly, choose not to read it (I know who to leave out of the acknowledgements if I ever publish a book). If my friends do read it, most do not comment. So, all of these indicators would, well, indicate that I am not loved.
But I know I am. Or at least that is what my blog stats tell me even if my audience doesn’t feed my ego on a daily basis. Blog stats tell me what is happening on my blog readershipwise. To be a stellar blogger, the pundits say one has to post at least three times a week. That won’t work for me so I suffer the consequences, as last week’s stats clearly point out, my numbers dropping the farther away I get from a new post. Holidays are also the death-knell to blog stats … where, oh where, is the love? And so shortly after Valentine’s Day? The long weekend got in the way.
My best day ever came recently: January 13, with 214 hits. It was an all-time high beating out my last best ever day which occurred in September of 2007. These best days do not seem to correlate with anything happening in my world or the universe at large. I (shame-facedly) admit to checking these little buggers regularly. How much am I loved? A lot but not as much as other bloggers … like http://www.happiness-project.com, http://www.postsecret.com or http://www.staircasewitblog.wordpress.com. Not to mention all those pesky political and/or celebrity blogs and Facebook. There is a lot happening on the internet competing for readers’ time.
Ironically, most of my top posts have nothing to do with being an expat or a princess. Instead they highlight semi-self-destructive endeavors:
Sao Paulo Ink (tattoos)
Anticipation and Absinthe (illegal alcohol)
Beer Cozies and Other Parting Favors (BEER)
Vagner & I Part Ways, Sort Of (hairdressers of the hunky kind)
Jim Caviezel & the American Idol Finale (Hollywood)
Daslu (shopping – see Recession)
About (size of ego)
Cross-referencing these topics via the “top search” provides insight into the popularity of the posts. The top searches recently are “Carly Simon”, “popcorn”, “Carnaval” (understandable given that it is occurring right now), James Patrick Caviezel, and “Brazilian samba group”. However, people are not clicking on Anticipation & Absinthe for a glimpse of the “green fairy”. They just want to know about Carly. Beer cozies, likewise, are a popular party favor for weddings, fiftieth birthdays, and corporate BBQs. Searchers want to know where to get them. I don’t really know who is researching “popcorn” but I suspect it’s latchkey kids who just want to pop a batch the old-fashioned way. Ditto the reference to Vagner – kids searching for the composer wind up reading about my former hairdresser in Brazil.
In the mother of all bad segues, Mr. Understanding has been offered a new job in Expat Mecca: Europe. Naturally, he accepted it. How loved am I? Finally! Living in a First World country!!!! The contract’s not signed, however, so don’t go inking in “Visit Expat Princess for European Summer Tour 2010” in your social calendars just yet. If you can imagine, I haven’t even composed my Leaving China shopping list, my head’s still reeling. Now let’s see what that news does to my stats! I can already feel the love.