Tracking, It's Not Just for Diets Anymore

I'm tracking. No, not my food intake. My blog visitors.

I noticed a week ago that my profile had been viewed 400+ times. Mama assured me that most of those would be automated searches, but it still made me wonder who in the world reads this blog besides the friends and family who tell me so (and I only think there are, at most, a dozen of those).

And so I found a free blog analysis site from Google and have installed it here. Don't worry. I can't figure out your email or url, just your country of origin (Hi Lambeth, my sole international visitor!) and how you got here (search engine, directly, or referring site such as Love Big, Bake Often), how many pages you looked at and how long you stayed.

I'm totally addicted. Yesterday, I had 6 visitors. Today it's up to 30. Wow. Weird. Who are you people? And do I really want to know that you are reading my blog? It's a little exciting. Unsettling. Addictive.

Wanna know what you are looking for? It seems to be Thanksgiving meal planning and the Super Turkey song mentioned in my holiday post last year. If you Google "Super Turkey song," my blog comes up on the first page of returns. If you know any of the lyrics, it can rise as high as second! I'll try not to let this new-found "fame" go to my head.

So, to please my "fans" I've located the lyrics to "Super Turkey" and include them here for you (though, my farmer was a Brown and there was a "boom-boom-boom" after "he always gets away). Enjoy!!!

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Super Turkey Song



"I’ll tell you a story ‘bout a little bird,
strangest story you’ve ever heard,
Super turkey is his name,
and gettin’ away is how he earned his fame!

*chorus*

Super Turkey!
He always gets away-ay-ay-ay!
Super Turkey!
You won’t eat him this Thanksgiving Day!


Mama Turkey was so glad
about this little chick she’d had,
She made sure she did no wrong,
so he grew up to be big and strong.


*chorus*


Papa Turkey was so proud.
He strutted around and he gobbled out loud,
“My son is so quick and wise.
He’ll never be eaten with pumpkin pies.”


*chorus*


Sure enough, that little chick
grew up to be smart and quick.
He out-smarted and out-ran
every animal and every man.


*chorus*


When Thanksgiving comes around,
Farmer Jones can be found;
Sneakin’ around with his turkey net,
he’s gonna get that turkey yet.


*chorus*


Farmer Jones is getting mad.
He wants to catch that bird so bad.
He gets tired of eating fish
instead of his favorite turkey dish!



*chorus*