Every day when I sit at my desk and fire up my browser, I go through the same routine. I log on to my email; both business and personal, I check my traffic stats, I see who is on Twitter and Tweet a bit, I see if anyone wants to be my friend on Facebook, I answer comments on my blogs, and I begin to read the tons of updated blog entries in Google Reader.
But, before I begin my day as Super Mom, I click on one more bookmark. I am quickly taken to my destination; the mighty Alltop. As I scroll down the Mom Blog page, the anticipation grows. As I furiously spin the wheel on my mouse, I recognize many of the names that flash by at top speed. All of the great bloggers have already taken their rightful places, as they should.
Could I some day rub elbows with these great women? Could today be that day? I keep going; faster and faster. Down, down, down. I am finally at the bottom, I look, hoping that I have made my way onto the coveted list.
I am not "Featured On Alltop", I am not exclaiming "How The Hell Did That Happen?", I am not one of the "Cool Kids", and there certainly won't be any "Confirmation That I Kick Ass".
Listen, if anyone can help a girl out and put in a good word with Mr. Kawasaki, I would be truly grateful. I know the blogosphere is a massive place and I'm just a speck on a flower, but "I Am Here! I AM HERE!"