I won’t try and explain why each one is a favourite, but it comes down to three factors, essentially:
1. How much you guys enjoyed it…
2. How I felt after writing it…
3. If it made anyone — anyone at all — laugh.
The impossible part of being a girl.
Triple word score!
The source of my most popular search referrers.
If you have a website, you know that many people will find you randomly via the almighty Google every year.
And if you have a website where you have a tendency to write about truly random things, the searches that lead people to your pages will be equally random.
Now, just because people got here via these search terms doesn’t mean I was no. 1 in the results. No, in some cases, I was on at least the 15th page. In one case, I was on page 30.
That takes some dedication.
Also, a picture I have up of Ryan Reynolds yields at least four searchers a day.
Neat.
So here, for you, some of MegFowler.com’s weirdest searches in the past WEEK (because there are far too many to recall from the year and I should have written them down but I FAILED YOU.)
1. blatantly hot ass
2. look at my boobs
3. smart boobs (honestly, I said “boobs” in ONE POST)
4. sunlight detergent cancer
5. she wish her cat happy birthday
6. allergic to justin timberlake
7. meg meg meg booty
8. coffee infertility (THAT’S NOT NICE)
9. head dent coffee
10. meg fowler weetabix
Uh?
That’s right, kids.
Since apparently I’m known for lists, and since you’ve been grand enough to suggest some I should do, it’s going to be a nearly all-list year-end at MegFowler.com.
Lists I’ll write!
Lists I’ll ask you to write!
Good lists! Weird lists! Spontaneous lists! Lists that list to port!
No, I don’t know what I’m talking about either.
(To see more lists, just click the category “listy” to your right over there.)
But if you want to make list-gestions, do it here. And prepare to be itemized, favourited and loved until you can’t take it anymore!
Only two days left in 2007.
Can you BELIEVE that?
Oh, chilluns.
I’m sick.
Well, I’m getting there, at least.
I’m pretty sure this isn’t as bad as it will get. Not because I’m a pessimist, mind you — I AM THE LOVE LIST GIRL, YOU WILL REMEMBER — but because I know my body, and the radical congestion/chills/headache/fever combo is strangely reminiscent of… well… the beginning of the end.
Meh.
Tonight, my parents are coming to get me to take me back to the cozy cottage before a day trip tomorrow, so I’ll be free to be (you and me?) whiny and pathetic with my mom, and it will be AWESOME.
I’m sure she’s excited. (cough)
UPDATE: Cancelled. My mom’s back is out. Aren’t we an awesome pair? THINK GOOD THOUGHTS ABOUT MY MOM’S BACK.
I’m going to push through today like a trooper, though, all wrapped up in a pashmina, contributing to deforestation with rampant Kleenex usage, and pretending that espresso has healing properties like, say…aloe.
THE ALOE OF THE SOUL.
AND — to help me not be a complete toad to the world around me — I’m writing a love list. Not my ULTIMATE END OF YEAR LOVE LIST WHOA (that’s coming), but just a list of things that would really make me happy at this specific moment. A freestyler, if you will.
Feel free to be rampantly loving on your own blog or in comments. Also, please make me a smoothie.
THINGS I LOVE
My mom’s baking powder biscuits
Kleenex with lotion
Possibilities
People who know more about stuff than I do and then tell me about it
Snowy mountains
The same arguments my parents always have about a) traffic b) when to leave the house c) how much my dad complains about both things
Clapping when I’m happy
IRA GLASS I LOVE YOU
A really good bra
Two-quilts-window-open
Listening to the same song over and over
Limes
Ben and Jerry’s New York Super Fudge Chunk
Genmaicha tea
Memories of being much more naive
Hot, hot showers
Hugging TIGHT
Endless pictures taken of sunsets
Quietly witty people who also happen to laugh loud
Bare feet
Lemonade
Baseball caps
My perfume
My Boots No. 7 Serum (Thanks, Eric. You are the Drugstore Cowboy.)
Giant earrings
Debating
Jeans that are perfectly worn in
Non-monsoon Vancouver mornings
Encouragers
Being overwhelmed by how much you love someone
Ponytails
Yam fries
Hockey (Oh, how you make everything okay)
All things Apple
Temporary crushes
Men in glasses
Sara Bareilles
Singing so loud you go hoarse (not too hard right now)
Really strong gingerale
Poached eggs
MAC Plushglass in Posh It Up
Soul singers
AND YOU?
Come on. Do it for my immune system.
So.
If you could come to MegFowler.com and read ANY kind of list to cap off the end of the year, what end of year lists would YOU like to see?
Let me know in comments!
I’ve fallen a thousand times in a thousand places, but it manages to surprise me still.
I was trundling (I don’t use that word nearly enough) innocently down the hill to work, latte in hand, new iPod Touch playing nothing less than Kenny Loggins’ “Footloose” as I prepared mentally for two days of busyness and mental fatigue.
I was wearing FULL SHOES… yes, complete boots, warm and practical and Mom-approved.
I was being CAREFUL… it snowed last night, so things were a bit “fluid” out there.
But it didn’t help, evidently, because I hit an icy patch and was airborne in seconds flat.
Which is also how I landed on my knee, which caused my jeans to rip and the sidewalk to skin me right open. I’m hobbling now.
I won’t even mention how stiff my neck just got.
Oh, and the graceful latte is now just half-full, and it was mere seconds old.
I’m a little grrrr right now, so I will be doing things to try and cheer myself up today.
What a start back to the whole thing….
SO.
How was it?
Good day? Bad day? Indifferent day?
Tell me…
1. The best holiday moment you had (if you had one!)
2. The best gift you gave
3. The best gift you got
4. The best thing you ate all day
5. The gift you wish you could have given
6. Anything you would change about the day
7. If the turkey was a little dry
… and anything else you feel like sharing on this, the Official Day of Post-Christmas Contemplation About Stuff and Things.
Curled up on my parents’ couch.
WAY too much Chinese takeout. Whew.
Bedtime or Scrabble? Not sure.
But it’s almost Christmas.
So I’m sending out huge love to you and yours, in the hopes that this holiday season is a peaceful, joyful, wacky, happy time.
A good memory time. A time you can enjoy. A time you can rest. A time you feel good.
A time where you eat so much baking that your skin breaks out in a thin layer of icing sugar.
MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE!
xoxoxox
