I do find some things odd about the traffic that comes by here.
For example the things people google that directs them here on a regular basis:
President in crocs ... why do people really care about that?
Constipation nothing works ... this one is almost daily, what's that tell you?
1-3-5- Bathroom Rule ... men? Is it really that much of a question?
On Line Whores ... I understand the search, but in finding me, I'll blame Sunshine!
The linky's that direct here on a regular basis, are probably pure accident:
Confessions of a Pioneer Woman had asked her readers to send her a photo so she could place a face on the name of her readers. (Ree? How ya doing in the memory department?) She has a gazillion readers. But indeed, ask and she received ... hundreds of them. She posted them on her flicker site. I sent her this picture:
But it is posted like this:
Since she is kind enough to put a link to each photo, I am thinking most click it to see what kind of technically challenged nut doesn't know how to send a photo with the right amount of pixels to fit into the reader set.
Technorati ... OK, so I have that little widget on my sidebar. When I first started blogging, I saw most everyone had it. I went to the site and saw it as way to fit yourself into a like minded blogging community. Crap, where do I fit in when there are millions of people all over the world signed up with millions of topics? I have no idea how people find me in that melting pot, but they do. Maybe someone can explain it to me.
And finally the lurkers:
RockStarMommy has never been to my site that I am aware of. She's not on my blogroll of daily reads, but I do go over there and leave comments. She is young and married to what seems like a patient cool husband, and has produced two offspring. She is talented in the arts. An amateur photographer and musician, but still with bragging rights. She dresses cool and funky, no mom jeans for that girl. She bakes awesome cakes and reins creative play time with her kids. I get more traffic from her than any other site. Her readers are either scratching their heads over my quirky comments, or wondering why plain white bread hangs out amongst them.