GBE 2: Blog On -- Week #37: “Reviews”



GBE 2: Blog On -- Week #37: “Reviews”

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This week, we’ve got a little something different on the agenda. One of our members recently wrote a review and enjoyed it so much that she suggested it for all of the GBE. So what do you say? Want to give it a try?

Your review can be for something real (a product, book, movie, website, local business, etc.) or for something that exists only in the dark corners of your mind. Be kind or snarky, your call. Weave your review into a short bit of fiction, if you’d like, or write a poem—whatever floats your reviewing boat. For those of you who might have been thinking of trying your hand at vlogging, this week’s assignment might be the perfect opportunity.

Thanks to Brenda Stevens for suggesting this week’s topic. I’m guessing that we’ll have some fun entries this time around!


As always, the guidelines are simple. Blog on this week’s prompt in any way you see fit. Once you’ve posted to wherever you normally blog, drop the URL to your post into the comment section below.

REMINDER: use the URL to your entry for this week’s specific topic post, NOT to your blog’s home page!

If you haven’t already done so, you are welcome to join GBE 2 at its main headquarters over on Facebook (We have over 220 active members and we’re still growing!). Just visit GBE 2’s Facebook page and request to join the group. Everyone is welcome, so tell your friends! :O)

Oh, and several people have asked what GBE stands for. It’s Group Blogging Experience. The original GBE was started over at MySpace by a fabulous woman named Alicia. She headed up the group for close to two years before deciding that she’d run her course with it, so she stepped away.

Last year, Alicia and I, along with a few others who’d been a part of that original group, were talking on Alicia’s Facebook wall about how wonderful that experience had been and before I could stop myself, I announced that I was going to start a blogging group in the same fashion as the GBE. With Alicia’s blessing, I swiped the name, added the 2, and the rest is history.

For those of you who use Twitter, the hashtag for the group's posts is #GBE2, and we can increase readership if we all tweet early and tweet often. ;O)

That’s it! Easy-breezy-lemon-squeezy!

You have until Saturday (2-4-12) to post your blog and leave your link…

Again, this week, our prompt is: Reviews

Ready. Set. Blog!

Happy blogging!
Beth



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Blog Fail



I love this blog, your blog, and the utterly fabulous GBE, but for the past few weeks, I feel like I’ve failed, well, pretty much all of the above. Mine, yours, and it.

Did you ever have that dream where you’re underwater and as you struggle and fight to swim up to get a breath, the surface keeps getting further and further away? No, me neither. I never have those falling or drowning or dying dreams that people talk about, but I do feel more than a little underwater right now, and I know what the problem is. It’s time.


Yeah, I know. We are all allotted seven days each week, with each of said days consisting of 24 hours. I’ve even written about this very thing to stress the importance of prioritizing—and maybe to ward off the whining that often accompanies time-crunch talk. But here I am, treading water and trying not to get sucked down into the dark murky shit where the creepy things live.

And failing miserably.

Last week, I read only some of the GBE posts. I make a point to read every one, every week. After all, if I’m going to head up a blogging group, the least I can do is to make my way to each blog and give a few of my minutes to every person who takes the time to consider the topic I offer and then pours themselves onto paper the screen. It’s not too much to ask—it really isn’t—yet, last week, it was.

I fell way short.

In addition to botching my GBE responsibilities last week, I also missed reading heaven knows how many of my regular non-GBE favorites. I lovity-love-love those bloggers and their blogs. Love them. Yet I ignored them. Hell, I all but ignored my blog, and it’s my surrogate column. It’s where I can laugh and cry and encourage and bleed on paper the screen, all of which I love doing.

It’s my crack and I’ve been doing without. I’m sure you can understand my discomfort.

On Thursday, I introduced no one, though I really love doing my Meet the Bloggers posts. I blinked and it was Friday and my Friday was pretty much spoken for, too. Admittedly, these past few weeks have been busier for me than most, but even on regular weeks, time zips past in a freaky blur.

For weeks now (or has it been months?), I’ve been a sporadic visitor at Facebook. Oh, I pop in most days, but that’s about it. I peek at my wall and answer with enormous gratitude when I see that despite my more-absent-than-present recent self, there are those who still stop by to leave me some love. After that, I head to the GBE page, approve new member requests, scan the page, smile at the wonderful interaction I see there, and clickety-click on a few links. Before I sign off, I try to visit a couple of friends to see what they’ve been up to and to let them know that I’m still sucking air, and then poof! I’m gone.

Here’s the thing. Twenty-four times seven equals one hundred and sixty-eight. I had one hundred and sixty-eight hours last week, but they somehow filled up so quickly with other stuff that all things blogging had to stand with their noses pressed against the window, hoping for even a wave of recognition. That wave never came.

I have a few questions and I’d really like blunt answers. I’m not looking for pats on the back or assurances that my rudeness isn’t rude, because rude is rude is rude. I’ve been rude, and for that, I’m truly sorry. I’ll try to do better. I will do better.

Okay, the questions.

  1. How do you feel about bloggers who don’t respond to each and every comment on their blogs?
    Some time back, I said that I think when someone takes the time to read what a blogger writes and then goes a step further to leave a comment (and I love comments more than I can say), it is the poorest of manners for the blogger not to acknowledge and respond. Part of me still believes that, but I see it all the time, and often from bloggers who are kind, considerate, and clearly have not been raised by wolves. And really, those who spend less time responding to comments on their own blogs free up time to read and comment on other blogs—and the gift of a read & comment might just be more appreciated than a response to a comment left. If a blogger has a limited amount of time, would you prefer that they spend it responding to your comment on their blog or reading and commenting on your blog? I'm pretty sure I know what most of you would choose, but I could be dead wrong.

    So, what say you? Do you respond to every comment on your blog or just to the occasional one that hits on something new or makes a unique point? How do you feel when you comment on a blog and the writer doesn’t give you a personal response?

  2. How many blogs do you read each week and how many do you comment on?
    My list of favored blogs is long and constantly growing. I could easily and happily dedicate hours and hours every day to reading the funny, wise, and thoughtful posts by my favorite bloggers, but I have to earn a living and get at least a little bit of sleep, and I want to nurture the relationships with my nearest and dearest, so the tick-tock of the clock always leaves me short.

  3. How many blog posts do you write in an average week?
    Do you write on a set schedule or are you a fly by the seat of your pants kind of blogger? I vacillate, depending on how intrusive my need to earn a paycheck becomes, but I’m thinking maybe a set (and limited) schedule might be in order.

  4. Finally, how the hell do you do it all?

I'd really love to hear what you have to say...and I promise to respond to every one of your comments. This time, anyway. ;O)



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Written for this week’s GBE topic, “Time.” If you’d like to blog with us, just clickety-click. All are welcome!

No need to steal! Photo courtesy of Morgue File, which offers lots of wonderful, free images for public usage.


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GBE 2: Blog On -- Week #36: “Time”





GBE 2: Blog On -- Week #36: “Time”














As always, the guidelines are simple. Blog on this week’s prompt in any way you see fit. Once you’ve posted to wherever you normally blog, drop the URL to your post into the comment section below.

REMINDER: use the URL to your entry for this week’s specific topic post, NOT to your blog’s home page!

If you haven’t already done so, you are welcome to join GBE 2 at its main headquarters over on Facebook (We have over 200 active members and we’re still growing!). Just visit GBE 2’s Facebook page and request to join the group. Everyone is welcome, so tell your friends! :O)

Oh, and several people have asked what GBE stands for. It’s Group Blogging Experience. The original GBE was started over at MySpace by a fabulous woman named Alicia. She headed up the group for close to two years before deciding that she’d run her course with it, so she stepped away.

Last year, Alicia and I, along with a few others who’d been a part of that original group, were talking on Alicia’s Facebook wall about how wonderful that experience had been and before I could stop myself, I announced that I was going to start a blogging group in the same fashion as the GBE. With Alicia’s blessing, I swiped the name, added the 2, and the rest is history.

For those of you who use Twitter, the hashtag for the group's posts is #GBE2, and we can increase readership if we all tweet early and tweet often. ;O)

That’s it! Easy-breezy-lemon-squeezy!

You have until Saturday (1-28-12) to post your blog and leave your link…

Again, this week, our prompt is: Time

Ready. Set. Blog!

Happy blogging!
Beth


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PIPA and SOPA





Not the super-luscious Pippa, but the far less attractive PIPA--and its nasty pal, SOPA.
Speak up. Be heard.

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Peeved



Last June, while I was blogging my way through a NaBloPoMo month, I posted The Long, Long (Grumpopotamus) List. The NaBlo topic that day was ”What are you not a fan of?," so basically, it was a list of my pet peeves. I just read back through it and discovered that not much has changed since then—I don’t like any of that stuff more now than I did seven months ago.

There are two things that I didn’t add to the list, though, that I definitely should have because they are and have always been my top two pet peeves. They are:

  • People who make a whole bunch of really irresponsible choices and then whine that their lives are all screwed up. Yeah, no shit.
  • Door to door peddlers trying to sell me the Jesus Special.

That’s about it. Well, those two and the 55 items on that first list. ;O)



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Written for this week’s GBE topic, “Pet Peeves.” If you’d like to blog with us, just clickety-click. All are welcome!

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GBE 2: Blog On -- Week #35: “Pet Peeves”



GBE 2: Blog On -- Week #35: “Pet Peeves”















As always, the guidelines are simple. Blog on this week’s prompt in any way you see fit. Once you’ve posted to wherever you normally blog, drop the URL to your post into the comment section below.

REMINDER: use the URL to your entry for this week’s specific topic post, NOT to your blog’s home page!

If you haven’t already done so, you are welcome to join GBE 2 at its main headquarters over on Facebook (We have over 200 active members and we’re still growing!). Just visit GBE 2’s Facebook page and request to join the group. Everyone is welcome, so tell your friends! :O)

Oh, and several people have asked what GBE stands for. It’s Group Blogging Experience. The original GBE was started over at MySpace by a fabulous woman named Alicia. She headed up the group for close to two years before deciding that she’d run her course with it, so she stepped away.

Last year, Alicia and I, along with a few others who’d been a part of that original group, were talking on Alicia’s Facebook wall about how wonderful that experience had been and before I could stop myself, I announced that I was going to start a blogging group in the same fashion as the GBE. With Alicia’s blessing, I swiped the name, added the 2, and the rest is history.

For those of you who use Twitter, the hashtag for the group's posts is #GBE2, and we can increase readership if we all tweet early and tweet often. ;O)

That’s it! Easy-breezy-lemon-squeezy!

You have until Saturday (1-21-12) to post your blog and leave your link…

Again, this week, our prompt is: Pet Peeves

Ready. Set. Blog!

Happy blogging!
Beth


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Drinking from the Well



I’ve never been a history buff. Even as a teacher-pleaser of a kid, I found the subject dull. Oh, I memorized historical facts long enough to spit them back and ace the tests, but I found no joy in learning about the said and done.

World history, American history, and even my own family history—I’ve just never cared much about any of it. Some folks get a big kick out of tracing their roots, are fascinated to learn about what their great-great-great-grandad did for a living, and get all sorts of giddy if they discover a political or (gasp!) royal connection. Me? Not so much.

I don’t give a fig. I could be descended from bigwigs or beggars—makes no difference to me. I did love listening to my parents and grandparents talk about their experiences, for those were personal to me, but faceless facts about folks who happen to share a tidbit of my DNA? Eh.

In order for me to feel invested in, well, in anything, I have to feel a genuine human connection. The books and movies I like are always character driven. Ideally, stories should have strong plots, solidly forward-moving storylines, conflicts that stir something within us, characters of depth who make us recognize a bit of ourselves in both their strengths and struggles, and enough on the line to make us give a rat’s patootie as to how it all turns out. If some of that is going to be missing, it can’t, for me, be the sense of connectedness with the individuals. I’ve always felt disconnected from history.

Well, I guess that’s not entirely true. I’ve always felt disconnected from textbook tales of explorers and trail-blazers, from lengthy charts with names and dates of births, marriages, and deaths, and from one-dimensional depictions of pivotal moments. Those things are all the result of looking through a wide lens, but for me, the value of history becomes evident only when viewed in macro, with eyes, ears, and heart picking up the nuances of what it was to experience what seems foreign at first glance, but once examined, reveals that the differences between historical characters and us are nothing more than quirks of fate.

Remind me of our oneness and I’m instantly invested.

A few weeks ago, I watched a show with the hubs about the role of blacks as players, coaches, and executives in professional American football. The information provided was historically important, to be sure, but the show held my interest because it personalized the struggles of these men, rather than just line-listing the data to show the progression of their inclusion. Interviews with old-timers who were denied what now seems such a simple and automatic right played on repeatedly, the pain in their aged eyes still evident as they shared their stories.

Those men fought not just to earn their places, but to pave roads for those who’d follow. Generations who would make the team—or not—based on their gridiron capabilities and not by the level of melanin they possessed. Countless individual battles won that collectively changed the face of professional athletics, and really, helped to change the world.

Near the end of the piece, there was a close-up shot of a man who noted with mixed feelings that today’s players are largely unaware of the injustices suffered by those who hoped to wear and sometimes wore the uniforms in the past. He recognized the beauty in their innocent assumption of talent being the single criteria for winning a coveted spot, but he flickered for just a moment and reflected. “We drink from wells we did not dig,” he said.

I drew his words in deeply and held them, touched by their simple and profound truth. That sentence, just eight words long, summed up perfectly why history matters. Said and done? Yes. Unworthy of examination? Decidedly not.


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Photo courtesy of Morgue File, which offers lots of wonderful, free images for public usage.

Written for this week’s GBE topic, “History.” If you’d like to blog with us, just clickety-click. All are welcome!

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GBE 2: Blog On -- Week #34: “History”



GBE 2: Blog On -- Week #34: “History”















As always, the guidelines are simple. Blog on this week’s prompt in any way you see fit. Once you’ve posted to wherever you normally blog, drop the URL to your post into the comment section below.

REMINDER: use the URL to your entry for this week’s specific topic post, NOT to your blog’s home page!

If you haven’t already done so, you are welcome to join GBE 2 at its main headquarters over on Facebook (We have 212 active members this week and we’re still growing!). Just visit GBE 2’s Facebook page and request to join the group. Everyone is welcome, so tell your friends! :O)

Oh, and several people have asked what GBE stands for. It’s Group Blogging Experience. The original GBE was started over at MySpace by a fabulous woman named Alicia. She headed up the group for close to two years before deciding that she’d run her course with it, so she stepped away.

Last year, Alicia and I, along with a few others who’d been a part of that original group, were talking on Alicia’s Facebook wall about how wonderful that experience had been and before I could stop myself, I announced that I was going to start a blogging group in the same fashion as the GBE. With Alicia’s blessing, I swiped the name, added the 2, and the rest is history.

For those of you who use Twitter, the hashtag for the group's posts is #GBE2, and we can increase readership if we all tweet early and tweet often. ;O)

That’s it! Easy-breezy-lemon-squeezy!

You have until Saturday (1-14-12) to post your blog and leave your link…

Again, this week, our prompt is: History

Ready. Set. Blog!

Happy blogging!
Beth




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Meet the Bloggers: Mykuljay @ Perception is Reality Corner



It’s easy to look at and focus on the petty, annoying stuff in life. Making that choice, though, is costly. It seems to me that since there is plenty of both good and bad out there, and since our quality of life depends largely on how we see the world, we might want to spend our time and energy basking in the good stuff rather than wallowing in the mire.

Perception is Reality. Perfect.

Today’s featured blogger is a great guy who shares my outlook. Here’s how he describes himself on his blog’s profile: “I am just an average guy really with an interest in putting myself down on paper as it were. If I can write anything that even one person gets something out of to their benefit, then I have exceeded my purpose.”

If you head over to Perception is Reality Corner, you’ll be treated to a whole lot of wisdom, delivered in a warm, friendly manner. When you leave a comment—and you’ll want to because the posts themselves are written as to invite readers to grab a cup of coffee or an ice-cold beer and join in the conversation—your host responds and lets you know that he appreciates your input.

The blog is all sorts of good, but the blogger is even better. Grab a cold one and head on over. You’ll see what I mean.




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Today’s image was brazenly stolen from my featured blogger’s profile page. I should probably ask first, but I never do.

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CAPTCHA Later



CAPTCHAs are the debil. I don’t lovity-love-love them. I don’t even likety-like-like them. I find them suckity-suck-sucky.

Okay, I’ll stop. That was starting to annoy even me.

Anyway, CAPTCHAs. I’m not a fan. Well, not normally. Today, with the clock ticking away and me clueless as to what to post (freakishly unusual, right?), I went to comment on a blog and the verification word was “squety,” and I thought, squety: extraordinarily sweaty to a degree that becomes squishy. Several blogs later, I got “unblyte,” thought unblyte: to clean up the crappy side of town, and realized I had myself some bloggity potential.


CAPTCHAs don’t suck! They are saving my sorry, NaBloPoMo attempting, blank staring, empty-headed, maybe-I-should-just-post-a-YouTube-video-and-call-it-a-night blogging ass!

I clicked along and jotted down more CAPTCHAs, getting a little annoyed at the blogs that sported clean, easy comment forms without requiring the typing of a nonsensical series of letters in order to tell people that I loved their blogs. You know, the ones I usually like best.


More of today’s CAPTCHAs:

pirco: off-brand flooring that is designed to look like hardwood

ferroot: stuff ferrets have for dinner if they decide to become vegetarians

rotmugs: coffee cups that get used for weeks on end without being properly washed—often found in offices inhabited by men

flestive: celebratory environment created by using lush botanicals

automerci: sense of gratitude felt by French women when receiving brand-spanking-new cars with giant bows on top of them, normally seen only in commercials and overly-romantic movies

untio: when Auntie kicks her hubby to the curb

bustoll: fare paid for a mass transit ride across town

coneso: indignant response by a dieter who has been caught and called out on sneaking a late-night ice cream treat


That’s it, folks. I promise to try harder tomorrow.




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Workin' for a Livin'



On my post yesterday, I mentioned my fondness for limericks. A few of you expressed interest, so I decided to approach this week's GBE topic in limerick fashion. :O)
















Workin' for a Livin'


hot coffee, a big splash of cream
helps open my eyes from a dream
just a couple of sips
‘cross my poor yawning lips
and like magic, I’m ready to beam

a client or two rings the bell
one giggles, one’s destined to yell
a few more come inside
waiting arms, open wide
what the day will bring, s'too soon to tell

some smiles, lots of laughs, a few tears
parents joke all the time, “you need beers”
they look at the crowd
energized and quite loud
raise their brows, close the door, and switch gears

they drive off to their jobs in the city
leaving me with a check and their pity
what they don’t always see
is that I love to be
knee deep in sweet kids, itty-bitty

sure, they’re noisy and messy and clingy
bouncing off of the walls, over-springy
but properly guided
shown the way, not just chided
they’re darling and kind, a bit dingy

kids know in their hearts what is right
and aren’t programmed inside for a fight
when given the chance
they will laugh, love, and dance
celebrating each day with delight

though I love what I do for my money
there’s something that’s really quite funny
were a big load of loot
to drop fast in my boot
I’d run off, not look back, with my honey

we’d live in the sticks with our brood
sleep and wake on a schedule of mood
no alarm would blast mornings
giving time-to-work! warnings
and we might even grow our own food

we’d look out our back door and see trees
lots of green, a red barn, maybe bees
buzzing happily through
to their hive and their crew
to make sweet stuff for us and our teas

my bank account’s thin, not yet plump
so there’s no time to sit on my rump
but I take my week’s pay
and I squirrel some away
for the age when I’m no working chump

one day in a not distant year
we’ll unpack all our things with great cheer
in a wee little space
far away from this place
we’ll have that new life, lower gear

for right now, I’ll take what the day brings
lack of sleep, too-bright toys, kids on springs
though the past was a treat
and the future looks sweet
‘tis this moment where life grows its wings



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Photo courtesy of Morgue File, which offers lots of wonderful, free images for public usage.

Written for this week’s GBE topic, “Work.” If you’d like to blog with us, just clickety-click. All are welcome!

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There Once was a Man from Nantucket



Poets impress me. Not particularly the ones who write rhyming lines, although I’ll admit to having somewhat juvenile taste in poetry and often enjoy the pieces with rhythm and rhyme—especially if you add humor—over more substantial works. I love children’s poetry, silly stuff, short Ogden Nash-ish ditties, and anything by Shel Silverstein. And limericks. Oh, how I lovity-love-love limericks.

See? I told you. I’m an overgrown twelve-year-old.

I am decidedly not a poet. I do write limericks. Smokin’ limericks, if I do say so myself. I can tell whole stories in limerick stanzas that will have you saying, “Wow. She’s a really shitty poet, but the girl does rock the limerick.”

Whatever. Any nine-year-old with a decent vocabulary and an ear for cadence can write limericks. Not exactly a boastworthy talent.

The ability to write poetry, though, that’s something entirely different. Like music and wine, poetry may have its snobbish fans, but I’m not one of them. Just like I am with, again, music and wine, I’m somewhat uneducated about what is supposedly the good (poetic) stuff, but I know what I like.

Haiku doesn’t do much for me. Those who love it love it, and that’s cool. I’m just not one of them. I need more than a fistful of words in a poem to make me love it. Well, I guess that’s not entirely true. I do dig Ogden Nash, after all.


Two by Nash:

Celery
Celery, raw
Develops the jaw,
But celery, stewed,
Is more quietly chewed.


Reflections on Ice-Breaking
Candy
Is Dandy
But liquor
Is quicker.


I love a guy who knows how to have fun with words.

But was Nash a poet? I’d definitely say yes, but those who subscribe to a higher order of poetic excellence might disagree. They’d require the reader to have a deeper reaction than a giggle or appreciative snort and I suppose they might be right, but remember, I’ve been known to drink Boone’s Farm, so high-brow anything isn’t exactly my claim to fame.

I’m getting off track. Enough about Nash and Silverstein and even my beloved limericks. What truly dazzles me is when someone can take words—ordinary words found in any dimestore dictionary—and arrange them in such a manner as to carry me away on feathery wings of stardust. Fabulous.

Like all things I don’t understand, I chalk the poet’s gift up to magic, nothing less. Magic that I would love to have, but don’t.

Ah, what the hell. I write bitchin’ limericks. That’s something, right?


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Photo courtesy of Morgue File, which offers lots of wonderful, free images for public usage.

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You Found Me How?! December Round-Up



About a month ago, Jane, Jane the Big ol’ Brain and Geekin’ Hard introduced me to the idea of blogging monthly about the coolest/weirdest/freakiest searches that landed people on your blog. I posted a while back on the stuff I learned from Blogger stats, but until this past month, I never specifically kept track of the odd search terms that got me some page views. In December, though, I jotted some of them down.



Ready, Freddy?

  • nerd and bad boy love story: Makes sense. This is the story of my life.
  • is it wednesday: I didn’t note whether or not this search was done on a Wednesday.
  • biggest butt of the smallest gay in the world: Yeah, I just don’t know.
  • dr. jackwagon: My dog, though he’s not licensed to practice in this state. Pedigreed, but not degreed.
  • horn hoof mixture: Yummy.
  • britney spears burger: Even less yummy.
  • a son, a mom, and a dad traveling far in a car on the highway: I wonder if this is anything like, “A priest, a rabbi, and a cowboy go into a bar…”
  • berner the white album: Huh?
  • old yoga lady: Hey! The last time I blogged these, I got, “hot word nerd lady.” I liked that better.
  • smoking ganja: No comment.
  • peace fireworks: Best viewed when smoking ganja.

Okie-dokie, that’s all I’ve got for this month. Any good searches that led to your blog?



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Photo courtesy of Morgue File, which offers lots of wonderful, free images for public usage. Oh, and you’re even allowed to mess with the pics before you post them. Cool, ‘eh?

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GBE 2: Blog On -- Week #33: “Work”



GBE 2: Blog On -- Week #33: “Work”















As always, the guidelines are simple. Blog on this week’s prompt in any way you see fit. Once you’ve posted to wherever you normally blog, drop the URL to your post into the comment section below.

REMINDER: use the URL to your entry for this week’s specific topic post, NOT to your blog’s home page!

If you haven’t already done so, you are welcome to join GBE 2 at its main headquarters over on Facebook (We have over 200 active members and we’re still growing!). Just visit GBE 2’s Facebook page and request to join the group. Everyone is welcome, so tell your friends! :O)

Oh, and several people have asked what GBE stands for. It’s Group Blogging Experience. The original GBE was started over at MySpace by a fabulous woman named Alicia. She headed up the group for close to two years before deciding that she’d run her course with it, so she stepped away.

Last year, Alicia and I, along with a few others who’d been a part of that original group, were talking on Alicia’s Facebook wall about how wonderful that experience had been and before I could stop myself, I announced that I was going to start a blogging group in the same fashion as the GBE. With Alicia’s blessing, I swiped the name, added the 2, and the rest is history.

For those of you who use Twitter, the hashtag for the group's posts is #GBE2, and we can increase readership if we all tweet early and tweet often. ;O)

That’s it! Easy-breezy-lemon-squeezy!

You have until Saturday (1-7-12) to post your blog and leave your link…

Again, this week, our prompt is: Work

Ready. Set. Blog!

Happy blogging!
Beth



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