This will be a short post, but I want to try something.
The greatest satisfaction of blogging is probably finally hitting the publish button after you have worked, reworked, and worked again on your post. The even greater satisfaction of blogging is the comment section. I don’t think I ever get boring comments. Y’all are like my own little laugh factory waiting to explode with responses that could make even Kristen Stewart crack a grin. Yeah, I went for that unoriginal and overused joke. You see? I am not the funny one here, y’all are.
So here is what I am thinking. I’d like to end my blogging weeks by recognizing three funniest comments for each week. I will still write a normal post, but I will post screen shots of the selected comments (for those of you who don’t read the comment section thoroughly) at the end of my post, and link to the bloggers with the winning comments. I don’t blog on Saturday or Sunday usually, so the idea is for these comment winner announcements to appear on Friday posts. Today will be a test run.
I will be be elaborating on the Fly Blog Award next week. As long as I don’t get burned out.
El Guapo on Picture This… (does this count as a birthday present?):
Mike Calahan on the same post:
Thanks for making me laugh every day. What do y’all think about this idea? Love it? Hate it? Should I give up blogging and try to become a stock photo model? Express yourself in the comments. Mind you, I said express, not expose.
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The last time that I participated in any kind of gift exchanging game for Christmas was on a first date. Can you imagine that? You don’t have to. I will tell you how it goes. If you are me, that is.
My date picked me up for dinner somewhere back in December of 2008. We were supposed to go to a simple dinner. Me and him. On the way to the restaurant, he receives a phone call, which he takes, and has a casual conversation from which I infer that plans are about to change.
Date: “That was my mom. My family is having a Christmas party down the road. Do you want to go? It will be fun”.
Sure, I love meeting entire families on first dates.
Me: “Umm… I don’t know, I mean, I don’t want to intrude. They don’t know me.”
You barely know me.
Date: “Oh come on. They are super friendly. They will love you. There will be a lot of great food and presents.”
Date: “Yeah, they play Dirty Santa every year at this thing.”
As we continued down the highway, the dialogue went back and forth between him assuring me it wouldn’t be awkward and me trying to find a way to escape the moving car without looking obvious. Or killing myself. We ended up going, because I have an adverse reaction to telling people no, and guess what? It was awkward. Imagine that. Read the rest of this entry