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New Year, New Blogiversary

It's February 2012 and here I am--too late to do a new years post and really too early to do a 4th  blogiversary post. What the heck, let's do it anyway!

Let's skip right to the fun stuff. This is a Wordle. I inputted every post from 2011 into the Wordle maker. The larger the word, the more frequently it was used.  Looks like Husband edged out the kids again.
In 2011, Bringing Home the Bacon was visited by somewhat bemused people in all 50 states and 87 countries. Which begs the question, where did all of these people come from?
Glad you asked. Apparently by doing Internet searches on the following actual, real terms used to find this blog:
  • Sweet teats
  • Woman castrating hog
  • holly michaels poop
  • Activities normal people do
  • Boob wash up
  • Large pig sow vulva
  • Hottest armpits
And a big thank you to all those people who were combining my name with the search term p0rn and sticking around to read about pig auctions anyway.

I was interested to see how many people were driven by the search engines to some of my older posts. A big welcome to all the people searching for quotes from Christmas Vacation and all of you who do not understand the saying, "Nothing tips like a cow."

Thanks to everyone for reading and commenting here and on Facebook. My son is already counting the days until he is allowed to have his own blog. Nothing could make a mother prouder.


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