Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Funny Google Queries and More
I love Wednesday. I got to play with my new camera and posted my first (in a long time) Wordless Wednesday post over at More Fun..., and then I get to get all my rants off my chest along with Stacy, Elle and all the other party people playing What the Hell Wednesday courtesy of Blue Monkey Butt. You really should join in. You'll feel much better. Promise.
Let's see what I have this week...
I checked my analytics to see what crazy stuff people typed in google that landed them here. I haven't done that in LONG time and impressed myself with how many wine queries came my way. I must not suck...What the Hell? I have another review to post later. But there was some crazy stuff too, like...
Kids afraid of spiders Yep, they get it from their Momma.
Excuses not to do laundry Umm. I have some. I'm trying to do better.
Kids boobs.com and picture kid boobs You've come to the wrong place and I'm insulted you thought you'd find that here. What the Hell?
quick loon fun dang I don't even know what this means.
Crock pot butt wine What the Hell? What is butt wine?
and What the Hell is this and how did it land them here?
not very imaginative are we
I'll wait another month (or six) before I check that again.
My daughter was asking for a platypus a couple weeks ago, What the Hell? I posted on Facebook to see if anyone had one. No Luck. Today she told me she wants a mouse. Umm. NO!
Hubster has decided the last two days that he should give me suggestions about blog posts. I think it's his way of trying to seem interested in what I'm doing but...he only (sometimes) reads this blog and said "I don't know how to get to the others. I know you have a tiny url one that I can get to through FB but I usually just read them on there." What the Hell? Thanks for all the support, Hon.
Have you heard of the Bob revolution? It's a three-wheeled stroller for the baby-running moms. Fortunately my kids are beyond the stroller years and would rather just run with me. I don't think I could stomach the price tag. What the Hell? I bet they sell a ton, though.
Oh. Why do I get crap from Mike (my Wii Fit trainer) when I miss a day but then he just gets Suzy (the female trainer) to take his place without even consulting me. What the Hell, Mike? Speaking of Mike, it's time for our "date". He better show up.