People who found my site...
through Google and other search engines. They are a strange lot.
I would say the number one search that lands people on my site is Miriam's porn. I get them from all over--Eastern Europe, Western Europe, Australia. They must be so disappointed; it's kind of deceptive advertising, actually. I should take it down--that and my numerous references to nude blogging. Then no-one would visit me.
Another combo that gets hits is English towns with funny names. They are pretty funny. Example: Butthole Lane. Also, Mercedes-Benz: the car of choice for dictators. Some British automotive magazine linked to this one, and I got a lot of visits.
I get visits from people who want to view the soler system. At least half of them think that is the correct spelling. Poor education.
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"the soler system"
Perhaps they're searching for some footwear related pun or something.
...and then there are others, checking periodically for stories about your babbe...
Blogrolling may have been hacked.
Yes, blogroll has disappeared. I don't know what, if anything, I can do about it.
Speaking of your bubbe: two of the links on the right appear to be broken, the one about the go-to guy and your aunt's hat. I want to know about your aunt's hat.
The blogroll's back.
Tat: I fixed that link once, it should work. Anyway, here it is:
http://miriamsideas.blogspot.com/2006/12/kaplan-sisters.html
I suspect dirty work at the crossroads.
Love the story. Was your mom the forth sister - who married young? And what ever happened to hats, maybe your cousins have them?
My grandma had a small hat, more like a semi-winter band, with a flower and a shiny plastic cherry (botanically impossible, but oh so pretty together) - I never saw her in it, as women stopped wearing hats in the 60's, when I was born. It was strange imagining her, whom I'm used to see in housedresses, in hat and gloves, going to a concert.
The one who looked like Rosalind Russell was my uncle's wife. My mother wore tiny little hats like your grandma. No cherries,but a little veil.
I can't imagine what happened to the hats. Wish I could see them again, though.
Oh, yes, and I fixed the family go-to guy. I don't know what the hell is happening, but I blame Bush.
Naturally
Oh, now I remember the story, about the go-to-guy.
Enjoyable, as the rest of them. Laughter through tears, Miriam style.
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