The other day I was looking at a google search that someone did trying to find my blog. Actually they weren't trying to find my blog at all; they were looking for something else and ended up at my blog.
The search query was "forced to smell teachers feet." I looked at Lois and I told her that someone had just found my blog by that query and she laughed. "How weird is that?"
The search query was "forced to smell teachers feet." I looked at Lois and I told her that someone had just found my blog by that query and she laughed. "How weird is that?"
I didn't really give it much thought until the next time it happened, which was only a couple of days later. So I clicked on the link because I couldn't understand how my blog kept coming up with that search. It turned out that a story I wrote during Halloween carried the line, "forced to smell feet" and there was another post that I had written that had something to do with teachers. My blog has since then come up numerous times under that google search.
The other night I ran across yet another query for this and Lois once again said, "How weird is that? Why would anyone even think about looking for 'forced to smell teachers feet?' People are just bizarre."
I shrugged my shoulders and agreed.
Tonight when we came home from buying the girls some winter boots, I turned on my computer and looked at my blog and, yes, there was yet another search for "forced to smell teachers feet."
I of course told Lois and then listened to her jump out of her skin at the mere creepy thought. She said she was going to google it right then and see what came up.
A minute later she said, "Well, you're not in the top 10."
"That's good." I thought.
"You're number 12 out of 2,710,000. Huh, you should read number 13."
Or maybe not.
18 comments:
This is deeply unsettling somehow.
So now I have to worry about teachers' fetishes? Well, only worry for 6 more months. I guess the college teachers are allowed to have fetishes, act on them, and there's not much I can do.
I got a real weirdo foot fetish guy once from my post on "this little piggy: for the modern age". Oh Crikey! I read his blog and nearly puked. It involved eating the skin shavings from a girl's PedEgg. Cringe, recoil, vomit!
PS- How do you see what searches lead to your blog? I see people mention that but I don't know how. It should be interesting!
You're a hit in the forced-foot-smelling-fetish world.
People keep hitting my blog for two reasons:
1)the picture of the midget stripper.
2)an image of piano chords.
The midget stripper hits all seem to come from Europe.
I get "old lady scat diaper" over and over. I don't know what this is...at all.
Oh my. That is all I can say at this moment...
Laoch of Chicago,
That's what my better half thinks.
Pop and Ice,
:-)
*mary*,
Oohh!
Kreg,
Oddly enough most of mine came from Canada. My other big hit is nasal septal repair and submucous repair. I already know where that came from. Funny how they are both associated with the olfactory system.
Martinis or Diaper Genies?
"old lady scat diaper"
(smiles)
I think you have me beat.
Deb,
I agree.
That is one weird story. But funny too. I've just come across your blog (nothing to do with feet or teachers) and have enjoyed having a peek into your world. Love the moon shots, I can't seem to get good photo's of the moon. See you again x
I discovered your blog via a friend of ours Linda. She linked you up in a recent post (just so you don't think I came here by way of a strange and revolting foot fetish *winks*)
It's daunting the things people are inclined to look up. Makes you wonder how many people have strange perversions.
In any case it's delight to make your acquaintance dear friend. (Hugs)Indigo
Beaux, Stopping by since Linda said it's Okay to do so.
This is random and off center but, here goes: eating cucumbers and radishes is the fastest liver detox in town; better than any pharmaceutical and the easiest cure for cleansing out those same said drugs. Eat'em like apples.
Just a little something out of the box to keep you busy in the faith of "Now" while you stay off the path of fear.
Defy Gravity...Be well.
hah, this is so funny...I have done the same thing, not googled smelly teachers' feet but found the weirdest ways that people get to me...with my blog title, you can imagine-vulture peak muse-but the best one was from the US house of reps looking for you know what...really! how they ended up on my blog shows they can't spell or think too clearly and it happened for weeks...there's a few others that escape my holey brain right now but this was hysterical...btw, you can thank your friend linda for my visit :)
peace♥
Actually, in my country it's an honor to have a teacher let you smell their feet. (Atleast, that's what my teacher told me.)
Anyway, I found you while searching for "What's that smell?"
It smells funny in here. Thank you for this.
About the last thing I ever want to know is what people put in a search engine to get half of the crap I write...and they'd be there legitimately!...
stare
Okay, I might have to find a stat counter that does that...
I just wanted to pop by your place and tell you how much I appreciated your sweet comments on all those posts~It was very thoughtful of you and very much appreciated♥
coming from Linda's blog...
you've got a very interesting blog... this post was really fun!
still wondering why people should think of smelling a teacher's feet...
:)
best wishes for you and your loving family
Lol! "And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy."
Yes indeedie it's a strange old place this olde worlde me thinks! *wink*
Oh. Em. Gee.
I recently looked at my stats and I had some weird searches too.
I find it's best not to look.:
this is really funny...I meant insanely outrageously ridiculously funny! I found your link from Deb Whaley's blog. I hope you are feeling well...despite the possibly devastating news that forced to smell teachers feet brought you visitors...
gentle steps,
Laura
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