How did you get here?
I finally decided to add sitemeter to my blog, and let me tell you, tracking that stuff is so much more interesting than even checking my own email.
I think by far the funniest "referral page" I've seen is someone who got to my blog searching for "Did Hebrew women wear panties?"
I feel a sense of obligation to answer that question, but I'll need some more info for that. Did you mean ancient Hebrew women, or modern ones. By "Hebrew" do you mean Jewish or Israeli?
Also, in the past 12 hours people have read my blog from all kinds of funky places. Plus, one man/woman was searching for pornography (and somehow got to my blog :) from his/her place of work at the Maryland Office of the Courts. So we have some pretty ballsy readers here! This sitemeter thing is way fun!
Anyway, Bryan is off at Toyota test-driving and ordering the Corolla. I thank everyone for the feedback, especially Lisoosh and her mechanic husband, and Treppenwitz for all their help and advice. We made the "safe" decision in the end, no risks.
And I am currently cutting school today, since yesterday I did not one stitch of packing, but rather spent the day reading other people's blogs from beginning to end, and then treating myself to a burger on Emek Refaim, where I ran into one blogger friend, saw the friend who directed the play which was Sharona's (my dog) theatrical debut, shared fries with my friend Bayla who was due to give birth yesterday, but was still hanging in, and then finally a guy I know who was (I am pretty sure) on a date, sat down with his date to join me, then chucked his date at her house, walked *me* home, and then asked for my number. The guy very much knows I am married, and it was a really awkward situation for me.
He and I are not so friendly that we speak other than when we bump into each other, and while I think everyone needs friends, and even new friends, it seemed weird to be giving a guy my phone number when he had just chucked his date to walk me home. I have no idea what the agenda was, or if there was one.
Anyway, I'm really supposed to be packing now. If Bryan comes home from buying the car, and I am still doing nothing, it will be not good.
I think by far the funniest "referral page" I've seen is someone who got to my blog searching for "Did Hebrew women wear panties?"
I feel a sense of obligation to answer that question, but I'll need some more info for that. Did you mean ancient Hebrew women, or modern ones. By "Hebrew" do you mean Jewish or Israeli?
Also, in the past 12 hours people have read my blog from all kinds of funky places. Plus, one man/woman was searching for pornography (and somehow got to my blog :) from his/her place of work at the Maryland Office of the Courts. So we have some pretty ballsy readers here! This sitemeter thing is way fun!
Anyway, Bryan is off at Toyota test-driving and ordering the Corolla. I thank everyone for the feedback, especially Lisoosh and her mechanic husband, and Treppenwitz for all their help and advice. We made the "safe" decision in the end, no risks.
And I am currently cutting school today, since yesterday I did not one stitch of packing, but rather spent the day reading other people's blogs from beginning to end, and then treating myself to a burger on Emek Refaim, where I ran into one blogger friend, saw the friend who directed the play which was Sharona's (my dog) theatrical debut, shared fries with my friend Bayla who was due to give birth yesterday, but was still hanging in, and then finally a guy I know who was (I am pretty sure) on a date, sat down with his date to join me, then chucked his date at her house, walked *me* home, and then asked for my number. The guy very much knows I am married, and it was a really awkward situation for me.
He and I are not so friendly that we speak other than when we bump into each other, and while I think everyone needs friends, and even new friends, it seemed weird to be giving a guy my phone number when he had just chucked his date to walk me home. I have no idea what the agenda was, or if there was one.
Anyway, I'm really supposed to be packing now. If Bryan comes home from buying the car, and I am still doing nothing, it will be not good.
posted by Noa at 10:06 AM
3 Comments:
so leave him at home whilst you do the fun stuff!!
Weird creepy thing for a guy to do.
Anyway, I just wanted to say it is really nice to see you back blogging regularly again. :-)
"...it will be not good"
Are you taking syntax lessons from Yoda? :-)
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