It's not mine!

The other day I mentioned some of the cool features of this blogging website. If you've forgotten what they are or haven't read that post yet, you will find it under "Writer's block already?" Basically, I'm a fanatic about the stats of my blog. How many page views I have by day, week, month and all time. Plus, who's reading it. I don't just mean the country, which is an awesome feature, but I also know how many of you are using Internet Explorer or Safari or any of the other web browsers. I've always been an IE fan myself although I recently upgraded to the newest version and hated it, so went back to the old one. Sometimes I'm not big on changes.

There is one feature on this site that I am not so crazy about and it reared its ugly head today. Only good thing about it is that it gave me a topic. Lame, I know but I'll take what I can get.

For those of you who have commented on my blogs, via this website, thank you thank you thank you. I love getting responses to what I've written. BUT, the set up for comments here is quite ridiculous. If you have a gmail/google account, you're good to go. If you have an ID with any of the following you are also ready to give me a pat on the back...LiveJournal, WordPress,TypePad, AIM, or OpenID. What the heck? I have no idea what any of those are. I'm going to use my power of intuition and assume, I know, I know, you know what happens when you assume, but I'm thinking they are some type of blogging ID. I suppose I could Google it. Or Bing it. Or Yahoo it. But I can't Ask Jeeves because he's retired.

So, what do you do if you want to leave a comment and you don't have a clue what any of those options are? You can sign in with your name and URL. Does that mean you have to have a boyfriend, girlfriend, wife, husband, partner, or dog with the name URL? That's what it says. Name/URL. Maybe it means your last name has to be URL. I'm just messing. I sort of know what URL stands for. Crap, now I am gonna have to Google something.

If you don't have an ID and your name isn't URL, you have to leave an annoymous comment. Now, don't get me wrong, I love getting comments, no matter what. But annonymous ones kinda freak me out. For one, they are annonymous. They could be from anybody. Duh. I am pretty sure that most of the people who read my blog (may I call you my readers?) are facebook peeps, friends and family who really only read it because they feel obligated or they are bored or they've read everybody else's crap. But, on the off chance that somebody reads this that is not one of my friends, a faceless person out there on the internet, from maybe Indonesia or Singapore (yes, Singapore made an appearance!), or even closer to home, then I have no idea who wrote the annonymous comment and it kinda drives me crazy!

Is there a point to this? Yes, there is. I got a comment today, annonymously of course, or what would be the point of writing this drivel? I was congratulated on the baby that I blogged about yesterday. Written in all caps. Immediately made me think of my dad, who types everything in caps. I know, it's easier, but I still feel, at my age, that he's shouting at me. Now, I know it wasn't my dad and I've figured out which comments are my boss' and CeCe's, so I'm puzzled. And the more I thought about it...

Holy crap! Maybe the reader was congratulating me thinking I had had a baby!! I knew I had to set the record straight. The baby from yesterday, that beautiful little boy, is not mine, although I would take him in a heartbeat. He is the son of my neice, so yeah, he's my great-nephew. I'm his great auntie. There! Don't we all feel better now? I know I do.

When I wrote that blog yesterday, can you even call it writing? All I did was copy and paste a poem I found on the internet, stole some pics of Easton from various family member's facebook pages and threw it together. I considered posting all the expected data. Name. Date. Weight. Length. Proud parents. Etc. But I liked the simplicity of the post, so after all was said and done, I left it at that. Not knowing I might be feeding the rumor mill back home. OMG! I hadn't thought of that until just now.

Hey, WC! It's not mine!