Numero Uno

I don't have a lot to talk about today, now that I am an internationally famous movie-trailer star and now that you know I do not talk like Patty and Selma from The Simpsons. But I will talk about numbers.

Do most of you blog? As I have said before, I started blogging because Marvin kept nagging me to, and I totally didn't want to. Marvin had something like six blogs going and he'd get seven comments a year. Plus, I thought as soon as you posted something, someone would come along and write a mean comment. It just didn't sound like any fun.

But in 2007, when we went a year without spending, I blogged about it. I sent said blog to I think 18 friends and family members.

Last month, I had a little over 18,000 readers. This kind of seems like a lot, but it's nothing if you're Dooce or even The Nester. For a long time, my readership went up 1,000 every month, but this year it has held steady, hovering in the high teens.

Do you obsess about how many readers you get? What makes you keep coming back to a blog? Like, for me, I really don't think I'd be fond of Dooce if I knew her in real life, but there is something about her acerbic personality that makes me want to read her. Plus, her site looks great. Plus also, she is funny every time she writes.

I read another woman, My Topography, because she fascinates me with her sort of perfect life. And she talks about the flaws, too, but she just had a baby and recently photographed her post-baby body and it makes you want to weep. She looks better than I have in 15 years. She runs all the time, she cooks real food, she has baby chickens. I don't know. I sort of want to be her but I never will.

So, tell me. Do you look at your stats? Do you get depressed if they go down? Do you have a healthy attitude about it? Do you wish you had baby chickens?

44 thoughts on “Numero Uno

  1. I’ve been blogging for about a year, but I don’t have that many readers. I do a lot of reading about how to increase traffic and all that good stuff, but whoo-ee, it seems to take a lot of time! So, instead, I check my stats again and wonder where my thousands of readers are. 🙂

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  2. I have chickens on my facebook farm…I think. Does that count? I know I have pigs and cows and horses and a plowed wasteland that some farming neighbor keeps faithfully watering. I love your blog. I have no clue how I found it but I read it daily. And yes, I occasionally check my stats…they are sad…very, very sad.

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  3. I don’t blog, although I keep wondering if I should. I’m constantly checking how many views my photos get on Flickr so I’m sure I would be obsessed with my stats.
    I totally want baby chickens and baby ducks and a dog and a ferret. My boyfriend and I have dog and ferret names ready, we just need a house where we’re allowed pets. Renting sucks.

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  4. June, your old blog helped convince me to keep blogging. I figured if you could write about driving around in LA looking for a parking space and make it the funniest thing I ever read in my life then, maybe I could make writing about decorating one’s house the wrong way amusing.
    Stats. I look at them pretty much daily. I LOVE numbers but sometimes, knowing that people are actually reading {or at least looking at the pictures} makes me feel all nervous and afraid that I’m gonna offend the world.

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  5. i LOVE your blog (as you know) & try to point out to you how much we are alike, have dreams about you while on vacation & only hope i will have 1/2 as many readers as you… i found you via another blog & once i saw how many readers you had, was only trying to pimp my own blog, but then i fell in (blog) love. You are WAY more funny than that docee or whatever it was, i checked her due to your comments & was quickly bored.
    ~misschell

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  6. I started blogging because my cousin was doing it, and it seemed really cool at the time. Then I continued when I moved, so that family and friends could keep up with me.
    While I was waiting to be able to work in the US, I kept up my blog as a sort of social outlet. I also like to look back at what I’ve written, and how much I’ve been through, to encourage myself.
    I like to check my visitor map from time to time, mostly to see WHERE people are reading from. I don’t care if I don’t have a huge audience.
    As long as I have a few who are following regularly and reading what I’m writing, I will keep blogging.

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  7. I have like 100 readers a day. I have no idea how many total readers I have. And yes, I get depressed when it goes down, and I get depressed when my posts get no comments. And yes, I want baby chickens.

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  8. I do look at my stats. I wish my blog readership would grow a little faster, but I’m trying to restrain myself from trying to entertain the people and rather write for my own personal enjoyment. I don’t write consistently, and that’s probably my downfall.
    What keeps bringing me back to a blog? Most definitely they must be funny. That’s usually where I land.

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  9. I don’t check stats (just as well as I suspect they wouldn’t be good news!). I just blog occasionally because my friends won’t listen to me ramble on any more.

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  10. I don’t worry about it because I don’t have but a few readers. It’s really just a slice of our lives and random thoughts. I would appreciate the family and friends who do check it leaving a comment occasionally, but oh well.
    I love your dead on wit and you are maybe my favorite blogger.

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  11. I do have a blog, but manage to only post once in a blue moon. If I was concerned about my stats I would be crazy as a bed bug.
    I have read your blog since your were on your money diet. You are funny and I enjoy your writing. Also, I know if I have a grammar question you are my answer.com (like ask.com).
    Baby chickens would last about two days around my house, they would only be a snack for Oscar Snuggles, King of Tidewater (my cat). He has already brought a baby rabbit into the house, so I’m sure a baby chicken would be one more trophy to present to us.
    No photos of Henry? 😦

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  12. Oh how I love June. And you have the most hysterical comments in the blogosphere. Yours are the only comments I read.
    I have a love/hate relationship with stats. I don’t think I obsess as much as some people say they do, but mine have been stagnant for a dog’s age – like a year or more – and I’ve finally come to the conclusion that I hit a glass ceiling.
    I really try to enjoy my little community and forget about numbers, but sometimes it gets the better of me.

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  13. I am a total stat ho – and I shot myself when I moved my site and changed the name, I lost many readers, but have been slowly climbing. I wish less people who knew me in real life would read me, because I hate having them chase me down at church to talk about the Girl Scouts. That and I can’t talk about them.
    I wish I had baby chickens, a cow, and about an acre of vegetables. I do have worms and an Aerogarden. In a perfect world I would live off grid, but CPS frowns upon living off grid when you are raising their children.
    You make me LOL often.

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  14. I found your blog a few weeks ago but I can’t remember specific details about how that happened. I have, however, visited daily since. 🙂
    I’m a blogger initiate and I do pay attention to site statistics. I kind of wonder how accurate they are, though, because there are inconsistencies. When the numbers drop off, I assume it’s an error on Word Press’s part. If I didn’t, I might quit writing altogether.
    That might lead one to conclude that the answer to the depression question is yes but so far it’s a maybe. I’ve not been blogging long enough yet to warrant full blown depression. That might come later.
    And no, I do not own baby chickens but baby turkeys frequent our property. Does that count?

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  15. Dear June,
    I am very thankful that Nester told me about you; that is how I found your blog. I have read Dooce and still don’t understand her popularity – she seems termagant(although I enjoy her amazing dog photos). You, however, seem gregarious and I love visiting your bloggedy blog blog (including all of your amazing cat AND dog photos)….
    Are you doing a baby chicken giveaway?
    Pick Me!!
    I blog to let the grandparents keep up to date on their grandkids, and it has turned out to be a diary/scrapbook.

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  16. So, tell me. Do you look at your stats? Do you get depressed if they go down? Do you have a healthy attitude about it? Do you wish you had baby chickens?
    No, no, probably not, NO. I’d like more comments but you can only say so much about so little.

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  17. I started blogging on myspace when my dad died and I had all these feelings and nowhere (not now here) to put them. I then moved to an actual blogging site and I am obsessed with my stats, but they are quite low. I also re-read mine a million times to make sure my grammar and spelling are correct. Then I think What Would June Think (WWJT) when I have questionable grammar. It’s all too much on top of being a single mom of three girls, two jobs and going to school. I need an outlet though.

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  18. June, I’ve been reading your blog for over a year now. I’m one of those people that went back and read every old post. I particularly loved the posts about Tiny Town. It so reminded me of the Mitford series, which I had wondered if you had read, until I saw one of the books propping up something in one of your posts!
    Your blog is funny and relaxing to read. There’s no pressure to send in a window “mistreatment”, or join some blog party. Although I do enjoy the decorating blogs, they start to unnerve me. And Dooce, I read from time to time, but I don’t know why, because she annoys the deuce out of me!
    I’ll probably ditch her after she gives birth to her second genius princess.
    I don’t have a blog. I have committment issues. Except when it comes to reading you!

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  19. So many questions! No one told me there was going to be a test today.
    I only get 6000 per month. But quality counts. I get the best 6000 readers there are, dammit. No mean comments whatsoever. And, yes, I have an extremely unhealthy relationship with my stats. “Hmmm,” I say, “why is that person from University of Michigan logging on so much? Maybe they are doing a study of poor parenting habits, and I’m Exhibit A.” Or, “Why did I get 200 readers today and only 10 comments? Do they hate me? Why won’t anyone talk to me?”
    It’s bad, I know. But I don’t want to stop. And all the German au pairs love me, because of my refrigerator. Look and see!
    http://suburbancorrespondent.blogspot.com/2008/07/cultural-exchange.html

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  20. Oy. And I was happy with my hundred or so readers a month. Now I suffer from depression and blog envy. No wonder my checks from Google are so skimpy.
    I check the stats once, okay twice, okay COMPULSIVELY throughout the day. But I haven’t been blogging for a year yet. My blog is mostly for my clients. I get a lot of commissioned paintings from my silly ramblings about my innumerable pets. (No chicks yet…) It also placates my narcisism.
    I have to go, um, alright check my stats… And call my therapist, obviously.

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  21. I don’t know how many people read my blog. 5 is an educated guess. I don’t care too much; I mostly started one so that I could comment on other blogs and be accessable to the bloggers.
    I read about 20 blogs a day, all but 3 of which are mom (or dad) blogs. I guess I like seeing what life might be like with kids so I’ll feel more prepared when I have them. All the bloggers I read are funny, which is the main reason I keep reading them.

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  22. No. I don’t look at my stats that much. Yes. If I do, I feel the pressure to blog more so I can get my numbers at least as high as last month.
    And no, I don’t want baby chickens.
    And I read you because you are very real sounding. And also funny. No pressure.

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  23. I do not check my stats but Kahuna does. He will say “Hey someone in Mozambique read your blog”. I always think why would someone in Mozambique read my blog? Then I realize they came by mistake. It amazes me when anyone other than my daddy and my aunt read my blog. My sister Matilda doesn’t read it because she doesn’t read, unless it’s People Magazine and there is an article about Paris or Branjolina.

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  24. Ha…just watched the video. I’m going to be honest and agree with you. It does make you seem a little crazy. Also, it sounds like you have an accent. Love it! I do look at my stats every once in a while. They arent that impressive. I tell myself its because I dont have a house to decorate or cute baby to blog about yet. Only time will tell.

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  25. Miz Robyn failed to mention her big ass DAWGS but I guess that’s because they are employees, not part of the family!
    I found you through a Google Reader Recommendation a couple of months ago and have been GLUED to you ever since.
    Dooce needs to get a big fat ladder and get over her egotistical self. She’s funny but I think she’s very one-note. And she’s not in my “Favvy” folder like you and Miz Robyn. I’m just sayin’.

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  26. I’ve been blogging for almost 10 years – long enough that it wasn’t even called “blogging” when I started.
    I check my stats every few days just to see my referrals and whether anyone interesting is talking about me. My daily hits have dropped over the past few years, but because I’m an optimist I chalk it up to the fact that a lot of people read blogs via readers like Google Reader. (That’s how I read most of the blogs I read, as a matter of fact.)
    I do have baby chickens (and way too many adult chickens) and I foster baby kittens and we even have two pigs. The baby chickens are cute, but I prefer to get my cuddling from baby kittens.
    Oh, and I found your site via Kitchenlogic Kathy, so I’ve only been reading you for about a week.

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  27. So, I clicked on My Topography’s blog from here and the title for today is “Hello, June”. I immediately thought, “So she’s reading June’s blog and knows she was being mentioned”, but it turned out to be about the month of June.
    I set up a blog a few years ago and keep intending to update it regularly, but it does not appear to be in my future. The same with FB; I set up an account and have had multiple people added as friends, but I’ve never used it. I think I’m too much of a voyeur and not enough of a participant in this faceless internet universe.

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  28. I don’t know how to check how many people are frequenting my lame-o blog, but I’d sure like to know. I definitely obsess with how many readers I get, but I track it with comments. Silly, I guess- since I don’t know any of these people. None of my real life friends or family know about my blog. I am a closeted blogger. Wait. My husband knows, but I don’t let him read. I am SUPER introverted, and this is like my own private space. I’m really nerdy. Oh. And one of my sisters reads occasionally, but never comments. I feel kind of silly that I blog. I’m still sorting out why I do it. What are you?? My priest?? I’m going to stop. I like to visit those blogs that inspire me with their perfect selves in one aspect or another: their home decor, their impeccable crafting, or perhaps their hilarious perspective (why I read you). I remember how I found you! You left a comment on somebody’s blog. She had framed her bra, and talked about the boob fairy song or something, and you said, You. Did. Not. Frame. Your. Bra. or something like that, and I laughed heartily, and I’ve been visiting your blog ever since. (I don’t even remember the woman who posted about her bra). Honestly, I don’t visit many blogs with mostly text. I prefer lots and lots of pretty pictures like a Kindergartner, but I love you.
    So. Give me my blessing, and I’ll be on my way.

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  29. I don’t know how to check how many people are frequenting my lame-o blog, but I’d sure like to know. I definitely obsess with how many readers I get, but I track it with comments. Silly, I guess- since I don’t know any of these people. None of my real life friends or family know about my blog. I am a closeted blogger. Wait. My husband knows, but I don’t let him read. I am SUPER introverted, and this is like my own private space. I’m really nerdy. Oh. And one of my sisters reads occasionally, but never comments. I feel kind of silly that I blog. I’m still sorting out why I do it. What are you?? My priest?? I’m going to stop. I like to visit those blogs that inspire me with their perfect selves in one aspect or another: their home decor, their impeccable crafting, or perhaps their hilarious perspective (why I read you). I remember how I found you! You left a comment on somebody’s blog. She had framed her bra, and talked about the boob fairy song or something, and you said, You. Did. Not. Frame. Your. Bra. or something like that, and I laughed heartily, and I’ve been visiting your blog ever since. (I don’t even remember the woman who posted about her bra). Honestly, I don’t visit many blogs with mostly text. I prefer lots and lots of pretty pictures like a Kindergartner, but I love you.
    So. Give me my blessing, and I’ll be on my way.

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  30. I don’t know how to check how many people are frequenting my lame-o blog, but I’d sure like to know. I definitely obsess with how many readers I get, but I track it with comments. Silly, I guess- since I don’t know any of these people. None of my real life friends or family know about my blog. I am a closeted blogger. Wait. My husband knows, but I don’t let him read. I am SUPER introverted, and this is like my own private space. I’m really nerdy. Oh. And one of my sisters reads occasionally, but never comments. I feel kind of silly that I blog. I’m still sorting out why I do it. What are you?? My priest?? I’m going to stop. I like to visit those blogs that inspire me with their perfect selves in one aspect or another: their home decor, their impeccable crafting, or perhaps their hilarious perspective (why I read you). I remember how I found you! You left a comment on somebody’s blog. She had framed her bra, and talked about the boob fairy song or something, and you said, You. Did. Not. Frame. Your. Bra. or something like that, and I laughed heartily, and I’ve been visiting your blog ever since. (I don’t even remember the woman who posted about her bra). Honestly, I don’t visit many blogs with mostly text. I prefer lots and lots of pretty pictures like a Kindergartner, but I love you.
    So. Give me my blessing, and I’ll be on my way.

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  31. Yes… I DO check my stats and it’s silly because my readership is quite low. I mean, enough people are reading that I can assume it’s not just the same 8 friends over and over every 5 hours, but it’s nothing grand like in the thousands!
    Sigh. On on hand, I would really like more readers (just like how I’d really like a boyfriend). I think that’s validation as to how good of a writer you are, you know? But there is freedom in journaling in private, too. This is sort of the middle ground.

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  32. Every single time you mention Dooce, I run over to read… and honestly, you are a MILLION times funnier and entertaining-er than Dooce. Maybe that makes me dense and I’m okay with that.
    I started a blog so that when I’d leave comments on other blogs I didn’t feel like that neighbor who always comes to your BBQ but never reciprocates and invites YOU to their BBQ. I told very few people I actually know about the blog. My husband knows about it, but doesn’t know WHERE it is. I have had to force myself to not watch stats –a year ago I think I had 35 readers (hahaha) because that’s not what it’s about. I could see myself being all kinds of OCD about it if I let myself…. hence the No-Facebook rule I’ve imposed on myself. Like I need that kind of pressure!
    Baby chicks smell really icky–every spring my daughter’s class has an incubator and watches them hatch–then for whatever reason, they all die off. And is the point of having baby chicks…. so you can butcher them so you can have fresh chicken? ACK!! I’m no good at plucking, so I’ll have to leave my chicken raising to the professionals.

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  33. I check my stats, but I try not to obsess about them. I’ve only been blogging for about seven months, and since I don’t blog about a particular topic, I won’t really return in Google searches for “weight loss blogs” or “mom blogs.” I don’t write only for myself (because anyone who says they do is lying), but I also write what I want to, and I figure if people find me and read and come back, great, but I won’t change what I’m doing just for the sake of picking up a few readers.
    Although everyone here should read my blog. Just sayin.

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  34. I have had a blog for over three years, I am pretty much over it now. I used to check my stats all the time, and figured that if people were reading who didn’t actually know me, then the blog was a success. And about six strangers were reading! I was all gung ho on it for a long time until I got tired of hearing myself drone on about the same crap over and over. However, I don’t mind hearing everyone else do it on their blogs!
    Also, baby chicks are awesome!

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  35. Baby chicks have a pretty high mortality rate, June. Thinking back on your baby birds adventure, I don’t think your heart could take it. Mine couldn’t; I let my next-door neighbor raise them, and I barter for visitation rights and eggs.
    I was going to start my own blog, but when I found out the name “Bye Bye, Pie!” was already taken, I threw in the blogospheric towel. Now I have no choice but to live vicariously through you.

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  36. I started blogging last June a a way to record memories without the time and expense of scrapbooking. I generally blog every day. I have no idea how to tell how many readers I have, but I do routinely threaten my family members to take them off my email list if they don’t comment! Yours is the only personal blog I read of someone I have never met, the rest are of high school/college friends and reader submitted funny pictures (fail blog, cake wrecks, passive agressive notes etc.). I don’t really read someone because I want to be them (That is what facebook is for!).

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  37. I have stopped obsessively checking my stats because it was driving me insane and I had to fight the urge to post on Saturday and Sunday because I hated seeing the trend line go down. So now I only check once a day.
    I wouldn’t say my attitude is healthy as I am insanely jealous of your 18,000 readers last month which is triple what I had. I’m also insanely jealous of your wit, but that’s why I’m here all the time…to soak it in, Oh Great June, and hopefully be better at what I do.

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  38. I have read your blog since you were on your “money diet” and have always enjoyed it because of your wit and humor. When a friend and I started a blog 2 years ago it was because we had issues to work out and we thought we would blog about it. His was being gay and catholic and mine was being a diabetic and overweight. We wrote about our struggles and did not share it with anyone. Gradually it turned in to us writing about every day things and people and now it’s just a creative outlet.
    We just installed a site tracker last month and it has only had 33 hits…in a month. Who knows if those readers are just our spouses? We have finally started sharing our blog with others. Your readership is huge, June and we can only aspire to one day be as funny and popular as you!

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