In the almost-three years that I’ve been blogging, I’ve never talked about the search strings that bring people to this website. And I don’t plan to now. I mean, because, really, it’s not that exciting. Unless you have a monkey fetish. Every search string is monkey this, monkey that, and the odd Justin Timberlake’s penis. I don’t even bother to look at the search strings, really, because nothing surprises me anymore. The one thing, though, that blows my mind is the amount of visits I get to THIS post: “Thursday Thirteen: Worst Celebrity Feet,” from July 6, 2007, when I was preggers with Rascal….

Seriously, about half the people coming to my site are coming for THAT post. While the most recent comments on the post are pretty sweet — in the sense that some people are REALLY passionate about feet, for better or for worse — the emails I get about this post are a pretty consistent source of amusement for me. Especially, this one guy? Who remarked that I never show my feet on this blog (which, I can now dispute, is not true [check the last pic in that post -- MY FEET]), and WHY don’t I show my feet on this blog, and would I like to IM with him? That’s just one, pretty standard, example.

So, there you have it. “Cheaty Monkey — Home of the Foot Fetishists.” And, I couldn’t be prouder.

AND, why am I telling you this today, when it’s been going on for over a year? Because you cannot possibly want to hear more about my Rascal troubles. You can’t possibly want to hear how it’sgrandma had to drop him off with me when I was teaching yoga today. You can’t possibly want to hear that he cried the whole time, and that I was actually subbing for an AEROBICS instructor, and that the women there did NOT want to do yoga…. You can’t possibly want to hear how Rascal kept me up all night by head-butting and body-slamming me. You can’t possibly want to see his favourite bath toy, which is now my favourite bath toy because it makes him happy….

You can’t possibly want to see what I had to do to bake muffins this evening….


I’m actually attempting to show you that I’m rolling my eyes, and not staring awkwardly at the ceiling. And it was the only picture that really turned out. And I REALLY regret that you all have to see me in my dad’s all-season fishing shirt….

Yeah, you can’t possibly want to hear that I had to put my 16-month-old toddler IN A SLING so I could BAKE MUFFINS in my own kitchen. Nor could you possibly want to see a picture of said muffins….

I’ll post them up at the Kitch this weekend, only because you can’t possibly want the recipe….

And then there’s the snow….

You can’t possibly want to know how long it took Josh-O to shovel all that….

And, by the way? SOMEONE’S been eating my FLOWERS….

Love!
xo Haley-O

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