I have this wonderful friend named Jane. She lives on Cape Cod and works in a museum and can make anything- anything! She bakes from scratch and writes books and makes leather-bound journals and sculpts tiny monkeys lovingly cradling tropical fish in their clay arms. Once for my birthday she handmade wee envelopes out of beautiful papers, each with a distinctive pen-and-ink drawing on the front and sealed with wax. Inside each envelope was a small message of comfort, for when I needed it most. (I have opened most, but am saving one.) I miss Jane very much, as I rarely see her. However, I am reminded of her almost every day because I have to use an elementary school bathroom. See, Jane loves googly eyes, and when we were in grad school together, she would always bring a packet of them along, because there is no thing, it seems, that cannot be improved through their application. The most memorable use of googly eyes I can remember from our time together is when she stuck them on the toilet paper rolls in the dorm bathroom. Imagine your suprise at noticing googly eyes staring out at you from such an unexpected place! Or rather, imagine your surprise as you undressed the next morning if you hadn't noticed them in time. A-hem!
At the farm this week, there was not enough Internet power to blog, so I found myself fooling around with my stats and such, and there I discovered that my blog looks a little strange through Google-y eyes. For instance: people searching for the term "loveswing" on German Google will find my site first, because of this post and Cara's comment on it, though if you check out a couple of the other links, you'll see that Herr Loveswing was probably into something a little racier than a two year-old's birthday photo.
I've also received plenty of hits from people Googling "a million little pieces book report" which totally cracks me up. I'm a part of the plagiarism problem, after all! I picture high school English teachers across the country receiving a slightly tweaked version of my scathing review. I have to say, I'm tickled.
Checking out my stats has also brought me surprises of a not-so-pleasant or giggle-worthy sort. I found, for the first time, a photo of mine on another blog, and even though the entry on the blog gave me credit for it, I was never asked permission for the use of my photo. While I know the blogger meant well- even meant to flatter- it was jarring to find something I consider "my work" posted elsewhere. In addition, and on a lighter note, I've received a TON of hits lately from a couple of very conservative political sites, which directed readers to one particular post of mine that they found funny- in a good way. This made me feel a bit sleeping-with-the-enemy-ish, but it wasn't until a couple of my red state readers poked around further, found content they didn't like, and left some nasty comments that I felt I had to do something about it. I took the post down. No huge loss, unless you count the drastic drop in hits. That's a drop I can take.
The Girls Only Weekend was estrogeneriffic. We got 700 little plants into the ground (swiss chard! spinach! scallions!) and I thinned countless greenhouse plants (survival of the fittest!) and wore the uniform (overalls! comfy!). We watched "Desperate Housewives" and knitted and really, really tried to sleep in, despite a couple of years of training to the contrary.
More knitting and less greenery in the next post! And if I find some googly eyes, I'll be sure to plant them in the girls' room and tell you how it goes... It is April, after all. Time for foolin'.