Tuesday, September 28, 2010

We are loved in Belgium & Italy!

Dear Mark,

Since you only send me your posts via email to upload I know that you have not taken any time to go through the Blogger dashboard. Blogger is the host site for our blog. They recently (as of July 2010) started provided an analytics area for blogging authors to use. These analytics track number of unique vistors, location of visitor, web browser use and other stats. It is really quite fascinating.

Here is a quick snap shot of some of the stats. If we assume that most of our visitors are family then we can make some determinations about our target audience that will help us build a site that creates a need in their lives from which we can drive ad revenue via ad sense. Well, at least that is one point of the analytics. Luckily we are not in for the money and just like thinking we are funny.

I'm pretty sure that my visits account for all the mobile stats. Mostlly our audience is United States, with I think a very dark dark dark green Washington state for sure. But it is nice to see that we are loved in China and Canada! Which reminds me of Cliff from Singles of course.

The stats are fun. The best one is that I think our most referring web site is Katie's blog.

I need to email Blogger for a few feature requests though. Here's one I can think of; "Mom Tracking." A feature to determine how many times ones mother visits the web site and suggestions on the best ads to serve her.

Log on and check it out when you can.



Monday, September 27, 2010

Bad Eggs

I’m having very strange egg issues lately. A few months ago we cracked one open and it was some weird afterbirth thing going on and it was red. Really off putting. I settled for just toast that morning and I think we may have pitched the whole carton. We asked a lady we met that is in culinary school and she said “that’s why they teach us to crack them into something separate first.”

Just the other day Siobhan had a hankering for eggs for dinner. Being that she’s rarely a breakfast person in the morning, this struck me as funny. However as a man who would eat breakfast for every meal I jumped at the rare opportunity. Now the nice thing about a breakfast meal at Chateau Shark is that I can actually be helpful in the food prep. I make a mean scramble. So as we prepare the eggs Siobhan cracks the first one. It’s a double yoker!!!
Never before have I seen this. Do we eat it? Is it safe? Is there more protein? Were they fraternal or identical twins? Mulling this over the second egg gets cracked. Another double yoker!!! Wow, two in a row. That’s a bit strange. Are these mutant eggs. Was the farm next to a toxic waste dump? Are there super chickens out there and if so why are they being kept secret? Are they part of some plot by Colonel Sanders to take over the humans? We scrap these and decide to start over. The third egg goes in ….yet another double yoker!!! The forth.. yup… another double yoker. The fifth and sixth.. yup .. double yokers. Deciding not to waste anymore we bravely eat these eggs. They taste normal. So far so good. I‘ve not noticed any feathers growing although I have had the inclination to stare straight up when it rains and I seem to run in circles more often.


Friday, September 24, 2010

Guest Blogger: Mom Shames the Brothers

It’s been quite a while since anyone posted,
I decided it’s time that somebody ghosted.
You’re both really busy, I know that is true
So maybe I can be of help to you two.

I have a few things you might like to use,
Some various posts, if you’ll just excuse
The posts that I offer – they’re really mundane
You’ll probably think that your mom’s just insane.

Emily Post was very refined
Post it Notes® can be plain, or they can be lined.
Post Toasties are sweet
Post haste is real fast
At Army posts soldiers meet
Post partum blues never last.

U.S. Post Offices deliver in rain, snow or sleet
And hitching posts are found in the street.

Post-war is better than pre-war, no doubt
The New York Post just sends newspapers out.

Fence posts keep fences from falling right down
Post is verb. Post is a noun.

The word post can be used in so many ways
All by itself or in a phrase.

I’ve got to get going, but please keep on posting!

And put up some photos of Jack while you’re at it!

Love, Mom