Today is the 20th of January, Dear Reader, which makes it official: The Odd Broad.com is celebrating its one year anniversary. Jeeves, break out the bubbly!
My stats page informs me there have been a total of 166 posts, 414 comments, and 12,723 lifetime page views. Who knew?
Incidentally, that number is quite easy to say: twelve thousand, seven hundred and twenty three. I only mention this because recently at work I had to quickly read off a very large sum to my boss and in the end I blurted out something like "nine nine seven six four five two." This was a low point in my week, naturally, though in my defense I was flustered and hadn't eaten lunch. Plus, they didn't teach us how to read mammothly large numbers in musical theater college. (We were too busy tap dancing.)
Throughout this year I've been consistently amused by the myriad of strange avenues by which a new reader arrives at my page. If they're searching for something on Google, for instance, I just might pop up. I suppose the topics I choose to muse about really do run the gamut, hence the peculiar nature of my search engine appearances.
When I checked my Sitemeter recently, I discovered that the following searches had led inquiring minds to my humble little webpage:
I have a scabbiness inside my nose. What might this be and what should I do about it?
How do I help my adult children after I've spoken harshly?
sissy panties
Just so we're clear, I have never written about a cat licking a human bum. I've written about my cat licking her own bum, of course, but never a human's.
What I find equally disturbing are the inappropriate ads that sporadically appear in my side columns. At first I assumed the content of these ads was determined by the subjects I wrote about, but sometimes they just don't make any sense. Take, for example, the ad for "Cell Phone Cheating" (9 Out of 10 Cheating Spouses Exposed by Cell Phone Use!). There was also the "Humiliated by Female Fishy Odor? Permanently Eliminate it, Guaranteed!" ad. And what about all of those ads for adult diapers? I'm not sure any of my readers are clicking on those just yet.
There must be a way to customize things, but so far I haven't figured it out. I suppose a part of me finds them kind of entertaining.
Adult incontinence aside, things really came full circle for me this past Friday. I was on the subway when all of a sudden I heard a guy on his cell phone say, "Aw, that was a good one there." Immediately detecting a Boston accent, I glanced up, and who did I see standing before me? Why, it was none other than...
Tom!
Do you remember him from this previous post, Dear Reader? Tom, the guy who drunkenly announced to the N train that he repeatedly logged into his ex-girlfriend's myspace and email? He was reading emails the poor girl had written to her parents?
In the light of day, I feel I may have judged too harshly by describing Tom as being a less good-looking version of Jon Lovitz. That wasn't a very compassionate thing for me to write. He's really not all that bad. He's short, of course, but minus his Red Sox team jersey and inebriated stagger I found him to be much more presentable.
I felt a brief twinge of guilt as I peered up at him out of the corner of my eye. After all, this person had no idea I'd ranted about his foolish antics on the world wide web.
Ah well. I silently wished him good tidings. Perhaps he's found love in the big city? I certainly hope so, though I do pray he's not checking his new sweetheart's email.
I took the Tom sighting as a sign, as the universe's way of nudging me and whispering, "Hey, remember that jackass?" I gave an internal giggle of glee. I couldn't wait to tell you.
And with that, my odd year draws to a close. To you, my cherished, beauteous, adorable Reader, I wish to say the following:
Thank you for reading. Thank you for indulging me with your kind support, be it written, verbal or telepathic. It really does make me smile.
Now, please allow me to pour you a make believe glass of bubbly. There are mini wieners and shrimp(s) going around too, did you get any?
Love,
The Odd Broad
xoxo
PS- As you may have gathered from my self portrait, I've given in and have succumbed to the stretchie pant. (The Hubby thinks these leopard print ones are bizarre, but I kind of enjoy them.)
Congrats! I'm so proud of my girl! I do check the ads on the side from time to time. Why are there so many oder removing ads? They must think we're still in college! :0)
Posted by: Karen | January 21, 2008 at 12:06 PM