Fickle Fans


Which is more important – blogging or life?

I used to post at least twice a week, sometimes more if those burning ideas came to me.  At that time, I had a good 9-to-5 job with enough down time that I could jot ideas onto sticky notes, or (if the boss was away) maybe even upload a post.

But apparently God is against me these days.  The closet desk at my new job is open to view by anyone walking by and has a gigantic computer monitor, so no way would I attempt accessing WordPress at work.  Even if I had any down time.  Which I don’t.  I’m lucky just to get a lunch hour.

Consequently, I’m limited to weekend posting.

Hence the subject of today’s post —



My stats have dropped dramatically.  Some days I don’t even get double-digit views.  (Yet, my follower number continues to climb – that discrepancy is something I haven’t been able to figure out.)


I know readers have busy lives of their own, and I know that the minute the published-post frequency declines, WordPress stops highlighting a blogger in the Reader.  Very new, baby bloggers are highlighted, presumably as a way to push them out into the blogosphere – and extremely well-established and prolific bloggers are highlighted, presumably as a way to suck up (well, except for really huge bloggers like Opinionated Man– his readership is so big that the WordPress deities are afraid of him).

But those of us in the middle?  Just like being middle income in the good old USA, we are the forgotten class.

At least, that’s  my opinion, and I’m sticking with it.

So, where is anyone?  Don’t you all love me any more?  Aren’t you all sitting eagerly by your computers just waiting for my Saturday or Sunday post?  Why am I here, if not to entertain you?

(Oh, lordy – Not CM, get out of my head and off my computer!)


Part of my recent publication dirth is caused by my inability to go out and take photos to go with posts, and I must have photos with my posts.  Before-work photography is not an option, lunch time is spent running home to let Puppy Cody out and cram some cheese and deli turkey into my mouth, and after work, there are just too many other duties.  Never mind, that it’s starting to get dark earlier now.

Weekend photography is all that’s left.  Some weekends. however, are filled with unexpected events that preclude photo shoots.

But no more excuses.  I intend to start making every effort to somehow come up with ideas and photos (even if I have to go back to borrowing pictures from other photographers).

I will get my readers back.



Now, I just need some ideas.  Anyone got some they can send my way?  What would you like me to write about?

Anyone  want to guest post for me?  Just send me an email.  I love my guest posters.

(and now I’m all worn out again –  this blogging thing is soooo hard!)


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Why Keep CookieCakes in the Dark?

Gibber is back! With baby blogger Tippy Gnu, who tells me she he wasn’t even born when I started my blog – doesn’t that make me feel old! Check it out – and be sure to look at the comments chain. I think everyone is nuts. Or maybe it’s just because of the recent full moon …

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Gibber Jabberin

Today’s question comes from Cordelia’s Mom, Still. She‘s also known as CookieCakes, and that’s what I’m going to call her, because I can’t figure out what the hell Cordelia’s Mom, Still means. Besides, CookieCakes sounds appetizing . CookieCakes blogs about her life as a paralegal and photographer and being the mother of some other blogger, named Cordelia.

CookieCakes’ question, fresh out of the oven,  is:

“WHY WAS I NOT ONE OF THE FIRST ONES TO FIND OUT THAT GIBBER IS BACK? I had to learn it from Elyse’s site, and I see that even Paul “NoBlog” knew before I did.

“Bummer. Anyway, I’m looking forward to more from Gibber and Tippy Gnu (What a great handle! Wish I had thought of it first.)”

Ah, gee, thanks CookieCakes. And I wish I had first thought of CookieCakes as a handle. I know I would have used…

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Another Full-Moon Weekend


What is it about full moons?

Friday had already started off bad.  I was a week overdue for my Remicade treatment, and I was having some serious issues from my ulcerative colitis (don’t worry, I won’t go into details).  I was so happy that I would be leaving work at 1:00 pm to get my treatment.

Work was a madhouse.  A co-worker had a death in the family, and both she and her daughter (who also works with us) had to leave.  The big boss was struggling to put out all the fires caused by the staff shortage, and the big boss was stressed.

An associate had emailed me instructions on a file which he had, and on which I had neglected to do a number of things mainly because I didn’t have the file.  OK, no excuse – I should have looked for it, I admit that.  But what made the shit hit the fan was that the associate included not only the big boss in the email, he also inadvertently sent the email to the client.  Big boss totally flipped out and basically threatened both our jobs.

No sooner had I returned to my little closet after that confrontation than my cell phone rang.  My family knows not to call during the day, so I suspected it would be something bad.  Sure enough, I learned that hubby had just received a call that our youngest was being taken by ambulance to the hospital because she had blood clots on her lungs.

Now, I had to go back and talk to the big boss.  While waiting for her to get off an obviously annoying phone call, my cell phone kept chirping with incoming texts.  Normally, I keep the phone off during work hours, but had forgotten this day.  Big boss started waving at me when the phone chirped for about the fourth time, and then angrily stood up behind her desk.  I mouthed “I have an emergency!”

Well, big boss does care about her employees.  She put her caller on hold, I told her what had happened, and she told me to go and they would take care of whatever I was doing workwise.  Meaning, of course, that most of it would ultimately fall on her.  I do appreciate that, believe me.

Before putting the car in gear, I called hubby to let him know I was on the way.  He told me our daughter hadn’t arrived at the hospital, she was still at the imaging center where a CT scan had disclosed the blood clots, and the center staff had called the ambulance.  The imaging center isn’t too far from the office, so I decided to go there.

Being me, I wasn’t 100% sure where I was going, so when I got to what I thought was the right corner, I ran into a different medical building and asked for directions.  Following those directions, I went the wrong way, and then had to call Cordelia to look up the actual address of the imaging center.  Naturally, by the time I got to the right place, the ambulance had already picked my youngest up and taken her to the hospital.

By now, it was the appointment time for my treatment.  Hubby was at the hospital with my youngest, and I really needed my Remicade because I was already getting sick.  I called hubby, and he agreed that he could hold down the fort – he had spoken with the EMTs and with my youngest, and things, while serious, weren’t as dire as they had seemed.

The infusion center where I get my Remicade has several treatment areas – one very large room with 5 chairs, and several individual rooms.  Normally, I am placed in one of the individual rooms.  Not today – today I was escorted into the big room, which was full, and I was stressed and nearly in tears.  Everyone was looking at me odd as I explained what had happened.  My blood pressure was 156/101.  The nurses agreed to re-take the blood pressure after I had been in the chair awhile and after the Benadryl had taken effect.  Blood pressure came down to 140/81.  I wouldn’t stroke out and have to be taken by ambulance to the same hospital as my kid – yay!

The good news was that because my blood pressure was so high, those veins popped right out and the needle went in on the first try.  Woo-hoo!

After the Remicade, I drove to the hospital.   Now, I don’t know about anyone else, but after getting IV Benadryl, I’m not the greatest driver in the world.  Normally, I head straight home and climb into bed.  But not today.  I did, however, refuse to help hubby retrieve my daughter’s car from the image center parking lot – he got Cordelia to help with that.

By the time I got to the hospital, my youngest had been admitted to a room, and I was happy to see her sitting up in good spirits and minimal pain.

A little background – the week before, my youngest had called me early in the morning to say she had a severe back ache, she thought from over-exercising, and hubby took her to her primary, who sent her for a kidney x-ray and then prescribed muscle relaxants.  If a chest x-ray had been done at that time, the blood clots might have been found sooner.  This does not make me happy.


To make a long story shorter, the doctors think the blood clots were caused because my daughter has been on birth control pills since she was 18.  Apparently, this is very common with young women these days.  She was put on blood thinners, blood tests were taken, her legs were sonogrammed, and she was seen by a pulmonologist.  She was kept overnight and released the next day, to be followed as an outpatient by the pulmonologist.

Once again, I got to know a daughter’s boyfriend in a hospital setting.  I really must stop doing that, if only these girls could cooperate.  Like the last time, I found my youngest’s boyfriend to be someone we can welcome to the family, and I was very comfortable with letting him take her home and take care of her.  Lord knows, my weekend had already been fun enough.

Come the next full moon, I think I’ll just stay in bed.  Some days it’s not worth getting up.


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You Can Lock Me Up, But Not Forever!

Apparently, I must once again clarify: Not CM is fiction! The Not CM persona was created to be as nearly opposite Cordelia’s Mom as possible. She was created to poke fun at Cordelia’s Mom and a few other bloggers who willingly participate in the illusion. Not CM is arrogant, bitchy, and often politically incorrect. She says things Cordelia’s Mom would never say. But Not CM is not real! Enjoy the fiction, but don’t take it to heart, people. Sheesh!

Not Cordelia's Mom

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAHave you been wondering where I’ve been for the last couple of months?

Well, CookieCakes did a pretty good job of locking me in the dark recesses of her mind, but now she’s distracted – and I’m back.  And I have a few things to say!

CookieCakes thinks she’s queen of the world now that she’s working again – but let me tell you, that piddly salary she’s making wouldn’t even keep me in lunches, manicures and massages.  What a loser!

bethea Available on!

BTW, I also read Linda Bethea’s book, Everything Smells Just Like Poke Salad, and I also have an opinion on it.  But did Linda ask me to review it?  Of course not.  Apparently, she cares what CookieCakes thinks, but not me.  The heck with her, I won’t even link to her book here so don’t bother clicking on the photo!

Then, of course, there’s that

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