No, no, it’s not that I think I am a great blogger. Nor a juicy target for advertisers or bigger gobbling blogs to devour me for millions. It all goes back to Cloris Leachman.

For those of you who have not been with me since the beginning, an “early” post discussed the age gap I was struck with when Cloris Leachman’s name came up (before her Dancing With the Network Stars entry.) Basically, the younger girls did not even know who Mary Tyler Moore’s neighbor was-if this applies to you, please stop reading!

Anywho, I cleverly went to Google Image and posted a favorite picture of Mary, Phyllis and Rhoda at the end of the blog. Click “Publish” and that was it. Two comments and several weeks later it was forgotten.

Then, as any new blogger does several times a day, I was on my WordPress Dashboard hoping to see a few more visitors to my site, when the strangest sight caught my eye. The graph showing daily visitors had jumped so high, it would have meant cardiac arrest on a heart attack victim’s monitor. 

What was up? Had I been discovered? I could see it was coming from Google Image and sometimes had Cloris’ name attached to the search. Did she die? (Sorry Cloris!) It took my brother-in-law over at Without A Net to tell me she has just published a tell-all book. 

And now my heroine Mary Tyler Moore is making the rounds spiking the searches even more. So, here I sit, the girl formerly happy with 50 visits a day. Last few days-1,479 and 902!

So, all you blog gurus, is there something I should do about this to take advantage? I am sure they are just clicking through my site, but it is an interesting bait that I had not thought about before. I guess I should specialize in Cloris gossip dirt and 1,479 might hang around with me for a while!

So whose photo should I insert next? How about The Material Girl?



So it hit me in Body Pump Class (if that doesn’t set the scene, nothing will!) There I was, shoulder to shoulder, with my perky friends lifting our barbells and I am feeling fine. We are, of course, a varying range of ages, but as I have said, age has lost its significance to me lately. What does it matter if they are dropping their tots off in babysitting while I take calls from my college girls? I had my children young. We are united in our rhythmic pumping and that’s what matters, right?

Then it happened. Someone brought up the new cast of Dancing With The Stars (another post perhaps on obsessive reality shows). It seemed Phyllis aka Cloris Leachman would be the senior novelty dancer. Laughter from me, as I am much younger that Cloris, of course. And then, a questioning voice pierces the air, “Who is Cloris Leachman?” Being the pop culture diva I like to think I am, I roll my eyes to remind the sheltered of Cloris’ long list of favorites-Young Frankenstein and High Anxiety. And of course, the MOST important Mary Tyler Moore connection. Then I notice…..

Most of my “friends” are still stumped on her identity! They can’t all be that sheltered? It hits me, my friends are now a different generation than I am. When did this happen? What does this mean? When did I stop being the young one? Once again, I have lost track of time.

As MTM would say, “Oh, Rhoooooda!”