A friend recently wrote on her blog, Women Over 50, about the search words people had used that brought them to her blog. She found some pretty sexy stuff, which I guess is what happens when you have the word "women" in the title of your blog. (You know how we are.)
I couldn't figure out how to bring up the blog stats for Sweet Rocket (do they exist?), so I took a look at my 40-words-a-day blog, Forty Thieves. Think about it: Forty. Thieves. What search terms would bring up the blog? Middle age crisis car? Safe-cracking instructions? Not exactly.
Here's a sampling:
Bath Fitter. A remarkable number of people clicked on my blog after searching for Bath Fitter. Apparently they weren't in a tearing hurry to get their bath fitted.
Forty Thieves Ali Baba. They must have been terribly disappointed.
She gets her kicks on Route. Any route will do?
Contractor from hell. Yup, I can sense the anger in those clicks.
Marjorie Holmes. How nice. I hope this reader was pleased with what I wrote about Marjorie.
1970s wardrobe. Well, he (she?) didn't find it on that click.
Very long nails. Hmmmm . . . . maybe this is the closest I got to sexy stuff.
Librarian from hell. How many people deal with them?
Lamaz instructor. First rule of giving birth: Learn to spell Lamaze.
Bath Fitter problem. Who knew my blog was going to become a haven for people with faulty bathtubs?
Mammography textbook. I hope this wasn't a DIY endeavor.
What is Lamaze instructor. Ah . . . a Jeopardy fan!
Jackie Kennedy. Harry Belafonte. Stavros. Who's Stavros?
Butches. Butches? What butches? I didn't write about butches. I don't think I wrote about butches. I hope I didn't write about butches.
The Forty Thieves gang in Harlem. More potential for disappointment.
Big boobs. I know—you're saying, "Isn't this sexy stuff??" No. It isn't.
Left the priesthood. Left the priesthood, and landed at my blog. Cool.
Bath Fitter salesman. Bath Fitter pitch. Bath Fitter quote. Enough said.