Every once in awhile, I recall the amount of frustration I had when setting up this blog. Specifically, getting the traffic monitor to properly work. You would think I would follow the site statistics more frequently, considering how many headaches I got setting them up. Nope. It’s a once every 6 months sort of thing.

Here are the most recent searches that brought traffic to my site. Always good for a chuckle.

“Lady of Leisure blog” Maybe I should cut back on the posts announcing my lack of employment. Dan might appreciate not having a constant reminder that he is the sole provider for our household and we don’t even have kids or any reason for my lack of a job.

“best items received by complaining” Everything, my friend. The squeaky wheel gets the new shoes…or something like that.

“I’m like popeye” I’m not sure what this person was looking for exactly. Confirmation of a statement? A shirt to match his muscles? A group for spinach addicted bloggers? I hope he or she found whatever they were looking for. It was obviously not on my blog because they only spent 7 seconds on the site.

“guccigirl warcraft” I’m hoping this means there is a WOW player out there who is outfitting her characters with contemporary fashion styles. However, I don’t think a pair of slingbacks would be very appropriate for late night raids through caverns. Lack of arch support and all that.

“klick pet training” From the stories on this blog, it is pretty obvious that we are not good at training our pets. The site visitor thought so too. They only spent 12 seconds on the post about the dogs farting.

“ninja skills I have them” Well, duh. Of course you would come to this site for that.

“aka I ninja” The word ninja pops up in the statistics a lot. My skills are legendary.

“ninja skills for Christmas” I wish I could impart my wisdom to you, little one. Ninja skills are something that you feel. You can’t just learn them or buy them to stick under the Christmas tree.

“proper way of pronouncing fondant” I’d like to point out that people are coming to my site for cooking and food education. Again, my skills are legendary.

“cats will take over the world” Not “will take.” “Have taken.”

“The Klicks” You found us. Well, two of us. OK, actually only one of us and the other is just a victim silent supporter of the blog. There are others, of course. Klicks I mean, not victims of the blog. Well, besides the cats and my family and anyone who wants to learn ninja skills from me. Wait, where was I going with this?

Because of the bad weather, our cats have been corralled upstairs in order to let the dogs inside to escape the rain. I heard some meowing, so I went upstairs to hang out with them for a little bit. As I was in there, I heard more meowing, but this time it obviously wasn’t coming from our cats.

I ventured to the backyard, hesitantly. I was slightly worried that a cat would be trapped in a tree or would be torturing yet another dead rat. (I can’t handle a third dead rat. I. Will. Move.)

No cats in the backyard so I finally went to the front yard. There, sitting prettily in the bright sunlight right outside our front door was a tiny kitten. I named her in an instant, of course. Lila froze mid-meow when I opened the door and we had a slight staring match. She looked into my eyes and I felt an instant connection with the pretty tabby kitten.

As I bent down to her level, I made sure to stay a safe distance away so as not to startle her. I gently placed my hand out, patiently waiting for her to scamper over, lick my finger and purr. I was patiently waiting for her to claim me as her human caretaker.

She gave another meow, but this one sounded distinctly like she was terrified of the fact that a stranger opened the door. She bolted before I could even blink.

Stupid Lila. I gave her my heart and she ran away without a second glance. We could have been soul mates.

Miles away, Dan felt a sudden flood of relief, without knowing the reason why.

I have a confession to make. Not only do I love pop music (I’m besties with Britney. Almost. In the she-doesn’t-know-I-exist sort of way.) but I am also a country music fan. Our recent trip to Vegas was controlled musically by my iPod. Mostly because Dan didn’t want to listen to me talk the entire drive.

As I sung along loudly beautifully to the music, I lamented to Dan that it was a shame he didn’t share my taste in country music. I love that country music is romantic and loving. It talks about dealing with losing the one you love or letting go or getting to know your soul mate. It honors moms, pays tribute to dads and celebrates youth. Country music focuses on the message in the lyrics, not just the rhymes or rhythm of the music.

Me: It’s romantic! Unlike your music, which talks about drugs or bending some stranger over in a club to see her butt under her skirt.
Dan: Maybe that’s romantic. Maybe she asked to be bent over in a club.

And they say romance is dead.