What's your weirdest hit?

If you have a Bravenet visitor counter, you can find out a fair amount of information about those visiting your blog. My fave is to look at the "referers" stats...it shows where people came to your blog from. Mostly unimportant, but for those who found you via a google search, you can see what their search topic was.

My biggest draw is people searching for Rear Window Graphics, Longaberger or info about eyeliner related pink eye (recall this post). I do get an occasional hit for other other stuff, but I got the weirdest hit possible to my post about the little ones being peeping toms on the swing set installers.

Some weirdo in Chelmsford, Mass. was doing a search for "Grandmother peeping tom."
EEEEWWWWWWWWW!!!!!

What's your weirdest hit and which of your posts gets the most hits from outside the usual circle?

Tween correspondence

The email trail went like this:

TO: Al
From: Mom
I'm glad you've got email. You are growing up so fast! Just because we live in the same house, doesn't mean you can't email me too! I love you!


TO: Mom
FROM: Al
i love you mom, and i know i can email you, but if i want to talk to you i can just walk ten feet and talk to you

"Mommy Dearest"

The other night I was in the living room and I hear water start running in the master bath. I know Craig is in his office in the basement. It's 11:10pm, so my thought is Princess is making her usual potty run. A few minutes later I hear the water turn on again. What IS she doing up there? I quietly sneak up the stairs to find this:

He struck a pose and said "Cheeeeeese!", not knowing that once the pic was taken his mommy would go 28 shades of Joan Crawford on his little self.

Year of the Shoes

School started for Al today!! It would appear that seventh grade is about the shoes, even for the guys.

Good-bye, Woody 1994-2008

Woodman passed away . I guess technically, he was my parent's dog, but we all loved him. Woody was definitely one of the good guys and will be very missed.

Memory Lane Monday

We recently went to my folks for a visit and my dad was sprucin' up the motorcycle he bought last year. It reminded me of this pic from when I was little. It was taken 1-2 months before my 2nd birthday. We lived in Ft. Lewis, WA then.

"Candy-coated breakfast meats"

The quotation marks are to give credit to the author, because I just couldn't (wouldn't?) come up with that on my own. The caption under a picture in today's Lexington Herald-Leader reads "Fairs take a back seat to no one in creating food products that horrify cardiologists..." OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH are they not kidding! Today's required reading is not for those faint of stomach or those with a 3-digit cholesterol level.

Fish Eggs

Gman had his first official visit to the dentist on Thursday...there's an hour of my life I'll never get back. Let's hope the next one goes better. His prize from the Treasure Box was a tiny toy fish--the kind you put in a glass of water and it "grows." As he got in the car seat, this convo took place:
Gman: Where's my fish?
Mom: You're sitting on it.
Gman: Where's my fish?!
Mom: You're sitting on it!
Princess: You're hatching it!

Playgroup

Princess and Gman have been in a playgroup for about 2.5 years. There's about 6-7 mom's in the group, with 12-14 kids (ages range from 1 to 5), but participation varies from time-to-time. Every Wednesday we get together at one house or another. As you can imagine, it is quite chaotic when everyone is there, but it is great to get to chat with other mom's while the kids are all chasing each other. No major injuries that I recall, just the occasional whack with a toy or bite mark. Not a bad record considering the number and ages of kids.

This month is pretty much the last of our regular participation since Gman and Princess will both be in preschool, but I may swing a way that Gman and I will still go.
Here's a picture of most of the gang, my 2 are at far right:

Conflict of Interest?

This is the first business you pass when you come to the first town near where Craig's folks live.

The readerboard says:
Kenneth Witt
Law Office
Open
Ruger

The blue sign says:
Witt's gun & pawn

My comment to Craig was "Wouldn't it be ironic if attorney/client priviledge covered that your attorney has the pawn on your gun?"
Craig's comment was "It would really be ironic if it was used to hold up Witt's Grocery at the 'other end' of town."

Memory Lane Monday

This is my Great-Grandma Elizabeth O'Haver. The greatest woman to ever live. She was wise, sweet and funny. She played Canasta and Chinese Checkers with her granddaughters and great-grands, and she did not believe in letting the younger generations win. I interviewed her for a college history essay once. She told me about how she would hitch up the wagon to go down to the creek to cut ice blocks in the winter and pack them in sawdust to keep for summer when she and G-G'pa lived in S. Dakota. She ran their Mom N Pop store while he worked in the mines.

The photo wasn't dated, but I think it was taken when I visited the summer of '89, which would put her at 90 yrs old.

Glasses

Our family plays a driving game that involves looking for purple vehicles. Yesterday, on the way to the zoo with Grandma and Papaw, we were sitting in the MickyDee's drive-thru when the following conversation occurred:
Princess: Purple car
Grandma: Where?
Princess: At the gas station.
Grandma: Which gas station?
Princess: That one (as if G'ma can see her pointing)
Grandma: I don't see any purple cars at either gas station.
Princess: That's because you don't have your seeing glasses on.