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The long time readers of my daily drivel will know that I have a fascination with how folks arrive at my blog. Typepad has a feature that allows me to track how people arrive here. Lots of folks arrive here from my posts at the slow travel website, others from links on friend's blogs, the rest through Internet searches. One might wonder why I care  . . . sadly there is no answer other than some perverse fascination. Some would suggest that I lack a life. Happily, no one I really care about is THAT mean!

I must confess to being more than a wee bit late with this. Normally I post at the beginning of the month however things have been hectic. I am really late though - because I never posted in July! A shame vacation gets in the way of bloggin'.

So here we go . . . a list of some of the phrases that people typed into a search engine, pushed return, and ended up at this site during the months of June and July. More often than not they were to leave disappointed because the blog didn't have what they were looking for. You have to admit - after 962 posts there are quite a few combinations of phrases here and google searches them all.

sunday salad

I  assume that this searcher was one of those folks who plan a big family dinner every Sunday. They wanted a nice salad to serve their family (I don't know why but I picture my grandmother accessing the internet). Instead they reached my blog - now there are lots of salads here that they would love but I suspect they were looking for Good Housekeeping and not my pages of nonsense.

octopus wieners

Imagine this? BLEAH

I do know that a popular treat in the trailer parks (or with parents ANYWHERE who have to resort to the unique in an attempt to get their kids to eat) is to trim wieners into an Octopus shape, cook 'em up and wow your friends and loved ones with your culinary skills. I HAVE posted about this before although in a mocking way. This wouldn't make the person who WANTS to try this feel good at all.

Perhaps my blog should carry a disclaimer and a link to my friend Palma who is a therapist. I mess them up and Palma makes them whole again . . .

poor celebrities

The economy takes it toll . . .

people losing money

The inhumanity of it all. Wouldn't this be everyone these days? Certainly it was my colleague and I at the casino last evening. BAH

Non to Stephen Harper

I think I'd like this person as my friend. Please e-mail and let's discuss all the things about Stephen Harper that drive us insane. I suspect it would be a lengthy conversation . . .

jerry bakers secret recipes for tomato plants

Huh? I've heard of recipe for tomatoes before but never the actual plant. In the recesses of my mind (getting more dark and cob webby (is that a word?) by the day) I have this thought that tomato plants are poisonous . . . Ohhhhhh - perhaps I had a would be murderer on my blog? Really, murder is no answer, get some help (see link below for Palma's therapy . . . . ).

fun martinis

What martini isn't fun? Heck, for that matter what drink of any sort isn't fun? Drink enough of anything alcoholic and it will be tons of fun.

students in uniform walking Italy

Why would someone be googling about this? Because I must have a dirty mind because I envision some sort of pervert looking for a dirty pic on the internet. We have all heard about folks with uniform fetishes, right? Honestly, this is NOT that type of blog folks . . .

smooth berry with seeds on the outside

This would be a wondrous thing called a strawberry . . .

mock filet mignon

STOP! Do not, do not, I say, call anything mock filet mignon. Call filet mignon . . . filet mignon. Anything else just is not filet mignon. You can't even get away with MOCK filet mignon. Just stop now!

greek salad weed

No. This won't do either. Weeds are for pulling - not salad. Paul and I made a note not to order salads while we were are Greece for fear we'd have the cast offs from the chef's front lawn on our plates.

Of course, my errant youth comes to the fore - weed means something very different for those of my generation and I'm not sure I want that in my salad either. Mind you, I recall a friend who put it in spaghetti sauce . . . the best damn spaghetti I ever ate!

Fat Russia

I am NOT Russian but think I may be offended FOR Russians everywhere.

how much is 2 cups of black beans?

I suppose 2 cups wasn't the answer they were looking for . . . I don't know what it might have been though . . .

Parsley in ear

Now this is special. Is this to ward off vampires? Does it prevent unfortunate growths? Enhance hearing? Please, someone fill us all in. Inquiring minds are curious to know!

Comments

[Candi]

"smooth berry with seeds on the outside

This would be a wondrous thing called a strawberry . . ."

LOL!

[kendall]

Honestly Jerry, the people you draw to your blog!(shakining head with a smile)

[Palma]

Thanks for all the referrals!

[JDeQ]

Strange folks all.

No worries Palma - we really need more Palma trips to Italy. If I can do anything to make that happen I shall! LOL

[Anne]

Jerry, you are SO funny! I totally get this quirk, I also love to see how people arrive at my blog. Haven't had anything too odd lately though. Also love when people read my blog in other languages, the Polish version a while ago was too cool!

My best friend does the octopus weiner thing when we have bonfires. She calls them spider weiners though. I still mock her...