One of the most enjoyable aspects of blogging is the analytics. Sure, the days with low traffic are no picnic, but looking through the data can yield fascinating insights. Like the fact that somehow a small pocket of people in the Netherlands really like my blog. You would think that my Canadian relatives would be responsible for the large majority of my non-US site visits, but nope, not them. Apparently in the Netherlands they dig fried BLTs…or see the humor in Tim Ferriss…or have a sick and twisted desire to read about a mother feeding her unsuspecting children radishes.
So hats off to my Dutch peeps. Goedemorgen! Ik spreak een kline betje Netherlands.
Actually, I just swiped that phrase from the Internet, but I promise to learn a little bit more of the language to keep you coming back for more good times. Because, truthfully, I’m worried that someday I may offend your Northern European sensibilities with some little-known facts. A few for consideration:
1. I’m only 5’2”, so much smaller than my husband that he fondly refers to me as his “pocket wife”. However, do not let my small stature turn you off. I enjoy the company of large people! I married a man who is 6’6” and who gave me three giant children, one of whom is a 20-month old blonde baby girl who wears a size 8 shoe. You would love her, she would mix seamlessly with the other children in your Dutch playgrounds.
2. The only Dutch food I’ve eaten in the US was at the restaurant “The Dutch” in NYC, which is in fact, not Dutch at all.
3. I don’t root for your speed skaters in the Winter Olympics because they win everything and let’s give the other countries a chance for crying out loud.
Good, now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, I feel better, don’t you?
Hopefully you’re not feeling angry, shocked, or completely let down. Like when you heard the truth about Lance Armstrong, but worse. If you do feel that way, I have the perfect antidote.
