Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Fun with site tracking...

Since the inception of this blog, I've been using Statcounter to check how many people come to visit. (In case you are wondering, the answer is not many.) But I've recently found the handy dandy little feature that allows me to look at what you typed in the search box that landed you here. And sometimes, it's kinda funny.

A few months ago, someone found this puny entry whining about a sore throat by Googling: Why does my throat hurt when I walk

charlize theron looking like a oompa loompa
led some poor searcher to my one attempt at fashion critique.

A surprising number of you have searched for $5 shoes. Who could blame you? We all love a bargain. Here's where they ended up. Someone also landed there by searching for fake chucks shoes.

Sometimes I find things out about my blog from the searches. For example, I invented a new word in this post in my other blog about Christmas decorating. I found out because someone in India searched for christmas window decorationing. oops.

And sometimes I find other gems on the internet this way. Someone searched for knitting pattern hat om symbol (My post was a rather boring one about making an OM dishcloth) . Since I, too, would like to knit a hat with th OM symbol in it, I clicked on the same search. It led me to The Panopticon. What a great blog, if you like knitting and pet sheep and wit. And everyone loves those things, right?

Keep searching, people. You just never know what you'll find.

Monday, January 15, 2007

Whiny Monday

I'm feeling very whiny today. I hate Mondays. After a lovely weekend of having my husband home to keep the children from tearing down the house while I try to do anything, Monday leaves me here alone with them. And the unwashed dishes. And the rest of the laundry. I got a phone call that lasted all of two minutes, until I heard my daughter holler, "Mommm, Nige is coloring on the floor!" But the floor wasn't really the problem. By the time I got off the phone and walked the 4 steps to the kitchen, the artist had applied purple crayon onto three drawer fronts, and ALL over the dishwasher. Just what I wanted: another thing on the to-do list ot household drudgery.

Have I mentioned that Mr Crayon Artist has a cold? Damn he's cranky when he is sick. I cannot blame him, but it's hard to deal with all the same. Especially as I have the same cold.

Today's word of wisdom: Telling a 2-year-old to 'stop whining' doesn't work.

Monday, January 08, 2007

In case you are laugh-deprived

I must first apologize for the tardiness of this post. It's been rattling around in my head for weeks, but between the Holidays and my penchant for procrastination, I'm just now getting around to writing it out. And yet, it is still not well-written.

The history: A couple of years ago I stumbled upon a page that showed some Weight Watchers Recipe Cards from 1974. They are scary. Very scary. And funny. I have loved that site so much, I've even popped back there just to get a much-needed laugh every once in a while. It just might be one of my favorite corners of the World Wide Web.

Whilst shopping on Amazon for a couple of Christmas gifts, I broke down and bought The Amazing Mackerel Pudding Plan: Classic Diet Recipe Cards from the 1970s. It really was a necessary purchase, as it helped get me that much-sought-after Free Shipping. After all, why pay shipping when you can spend a few more dollars and get a book, right? So I waited for it to come in the mail. I started reading it and realized that it might be the best ten bucks I've spent in a long, long time. If ever you've wondered why people were so crazy in the seventies, it might be because they were eating things like the Frankfurter Spectacular or maybe Marcy's "Enchilada" and washing it down with lovely drinks like the Slender Quenchers, a lovely combo of bouillon and sherry extract (extract??). And the book has even more of the spectaular debacle that was. Ew.

Previously, I had believed that there were intense socio-political issues, causing the oddness of that decade. But now I know that it is all Weight Watchers' fault.