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I'm No. 1

I have been tagged by Miz Minka. This meme is every bit as narcissistic as the rest of them, and maybe even more so. The game--list five phrases that, if typed into google.com, your site appears as the first option. You can type your search phrase in quotes, if that helps. The end result will provide quite a telling description of your personally defined blog world. I tried and tried, searching every phrase I could think of, and I swear this is all I could come up with:

Small Town Next Door
My Favorite Place for Joe


That should surprise no one, I suppose, considering the subtitle of this blog is "blah, blah, blah." Is there nothing else unique here? Is there no other dominant phrase that demonstrates the homeyness and hospitality one feels when visiting? I feel at home anyway.

There are times when I end up back here after making the blogpal rounds, that I sigh with satisfaction the way I do when I pull into my driveway after a busy day away. When I come home, I kick off my shoes, check for messages, pet the kitties who wake up from their naps to greet me. Sometimes I play my horn or play at the piano a bit. I might have a cookie or figure out what to make for dinner. I am likely to spend time knitting or chit chatting or both, and I watch movies. I do all of those things here, too, but evidently I don't use phrases unique enough to make me Number One.

I have a sister-in-law who, when she gets to park in the first space in a parking lot, says "I'm number one!" She's not unique in that premier space, just the one to claim it at the time. Well, if that makes her Number One, then I'll claim this blog as my premier space and declare myself Number One even if I can't prove it while searching google.

Give it a try yourself and see what phrases or words make your blog Number One on the list of search results.

Comments

dive said…
I've never tried Googling for my blog, Robyn; I might give it a go when I get home from work.

I too, feel that comforting sense of "coming home" when I visit your blog. I confess to taking shelter here from the ranty mess of my own place.
And you are indeed number one. My first blogpal and top of my visiting list every day.
Well it used to be the obvious 'cheltenham daily photo' but now there's another person 'doing' cheltenham too so we're going to have to share the google space.
My full name brings lots of entries from writing and painting over the years (no it's not that it's impressive, just pure saturation!) but the other day i found someone totally using my name! Apparently i'd visited some therapist or other (never in my life have i) and was giving a rave review! Grr.
I googled homeyness and hospitality (no quotes) and you came up 5th in the entire universe of Google. But you're the first e-place in the list (Minnesota resorts above you), which makes you distinctive right there. And the #6 site? -- synonyms for world peace. Wow. Appropriate company. Consider this an official 'statement' of the unique place you offer...and the reason we're drawn to that light like moths.
You'll always be number one to me Robyn.
Miz Minka said…
Yes, homey and hospitable, very apropos. This blog is like a favorite coffee shop. I lurk more than I comment, but I do enjoy stopping by.
Mrs. G. said…
I'll have to go Google and see what comes up. This kind of scares me as some of my posts have a scandalous word or two. I think I have used the word ass about 1,337 times.

I love your...it is premiere in my book.
Gina said…
Hmm, I'll have to try this, I hardly ever try to Google things about myself.

And, every morning I wake up and shout, "I'm number one!"

It's quite affirming, even if no one else agrees with em.
Vic said…
I googled my full name once, and came up with some weird results. There the local mentions of things I'd done, which is okay... But apparently I am also a character in an erotic novel about large women. Great.

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