Meter Maid (Matron?)

Part of the duties of my new job as “kept woman” is to check the news, email, and blogs twice a day. Upon returning from vacation with the addresses of my cousins’ blogs and viewing them for the first time, I saw that they have site meters (the blogs, not my cousins). It’s not that I haven’t seen site meters before, but that was only on websites, and certainly not on the blog of 14-year-old. I’ve always thought it a nifty idea, and if my cousin could do it, so could I.

After learning more about HTML code (I did not sign on to learn this much code, but I guess my brain isn’t suffering too badly), I added it to my blog. Now when I check my blog like a mother checks on her sleeping baby to make sure everything is ok, I not only look for new comments, but I also glance at the site meter.

It’s as if people didn’t experience enough angst during high school, wondering how to achieve that elusive “popularity.” Once people leave school, there must be a continuing source of popularity anxiety. The marriage of blogs and site meters has created a solution to this problem. How popular are you? It’s all in the math, a subject that is now your friend.

When my site meter indicated over 100 Visitors, I proudly pointed this out to my husband. He responded by boasting about his 2,000 some-odd visitor count. Well, of course it would be a large number. His blog is as old as our marriage, just about. (And he only visibly added his site meter AFTER I added mine.)

So after my annual doctor appointment this morning, I retreated to the couch and found refuge in a book, then eventually felt like trudging upstairs for my daily computer dose. Sure enough, the sight of that site meter perked me up. “Looks like our stock is up 10 Visitors from yesterday, Stan. Investors can’t complain about that.”