It cracks me up seeing the searches that bring people to my blog:
topless beaches Spain
James River Park
park via bicycle
topless Portugal
(I have never been topless in those countries–except when I was bottomless and supposed to be–in the shower, for instance.)
Richmond Slave Trail
handwriting
bad handwriting
really bad handwriting
really crappy handwriting
basketball floor wallpaper
my favorite smells
nothing ever happens
luna bar diet
rocketts landing waste treatment smell
recycled trophies using Barbies
cream puff stuffer
short pump stranger talking
basketball
segway old lady
(hard not to take it some of them personally….)
polar plunge
slave trail
sarah palin ruined the name Sarah
(and they haven’t even read one post I never posted)
knitting
and perhaps my favorite:
sausage mausoleum
(I get that one. It takes a lot of guts or hope or something to type those two words into google.)
and there are so many more…many of them gross and disgusting. Hmm. Suspect they aren’t getting what they are looking for. I can only assume I get a lot of confused people landing here. Or perhaps I’m the confused one. Based on the searches that find this blog, I could be a guilt-ridden old lady with a keen sense of smell. A polar plunging, segway and bicycle-rider, knitting hiker who likes cream puffs. And a basketball freak. Perhaps all that dribbling I did as a youth plus the knitting has cramped my hands so as to explain the really bad handwriting. I am surprised how infrequently chocolate comes up. Other than that it sounds about right.