Google Analytics and My Encounter With Michael Jackson

Not long ago I found out that you can actually track the number of hits your blog receives daily, as well as where the people who visit your blog are located. So I added the tracking code to my blog (this took me a good hour or so to figure out how to do) and sat back to watch the counter start putting up big numbers... It would be a daunting task for any one man to number and keep track of the vast legion of faithful readers who subscribe to this blog, but google analytics did it: 125 people from 4, count em, 4 countries! My guess is that at least 53 of those visits are from one devoted fan. Thanks Mom!

In an effort to have the number of visits double in the next week, I have given this post a title that I hope will result in a larger number visitors from search engines. This is more an experiment than anything else. Check back later for more news.

Things I think are kinda white-trashy

1) Bumper stickers.
2) Mud flaps with cartoon characters on them.
3) Women who are good at pool.
4) Pocket knives with wooden handles.
5) North Plains, OR.
6) UNLV fans.
7) People who yell "Shut up!" at their pets.

Why I love my job

As you probably know, I am living in the Washington DC area selling animated scripture stories door to door. Door to door salesmen are one of the most despised salesmen that exist. Only telemarketers and those guys in the T-Mobile booth who stop you in the mall are more annoying. Needless to say, my job is not one for the faint of heart or those who are easily discouraged. So far this summer I have done pretty well for myself. It seems that sales is mostly about making the people feel comfortable. You make them laugh, tell some good stories, and then go in for the kill! Last Friday I had a rather tough sale with a certain Mrs. Anderson. She came to the door and immediately let me know that she most did not want any of what I was selling. She informed me that she had already seen the presentation and didn't like the way we did things... 1 hour later we were still on the doorstep, only she was sitting down on the doorstep surrounded by DVDs and potential bonuses that she would get if she ordered. I was riding the gravy train to yet another sale when all of a sudden, a potential disaster loomed on the horizon. Her husband came home. Now normally this is either good or awful- the husband comes home to find a salesman in his home, with his wife, who is about to spend a substantial chunk of his money. Thanks to some quick thinking by me, and an episode of Family Guy (which I can't find a link for) I used the following line as he came up the walk towards me: "Well hello brother Anderson. I was just about sell you some handsome cream, but I can see you've already bought out the store!" 10 minutes later I walked off that front porch having sold about 4 sets of scripture cartoons to a nice unsuspecting family. I love this job.