National Blogger Month? There's really such a thing?

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Neat.

So November is apparently National Blogger Month. Fascinating. I guess in order to play along, as a blogger, you must post every day. That may be a problem. See, lately, whenever I sit at my desk to blog (or check email, or google the meaning of life) my little bug does this head nudge thing kinda like a dog would do to get you to move your arm over their head and pet them. And now that she's mobile and napping only once a day, my time is precious. So when I have free time, I try to use it to clean my house. B-O-R--I-N-G, I know. But notice I said try. Sometimes a really good book whines for my attention, or my neighbor comes over to chat, or a bazillion other things wanting to distract me scream my name so loudly that I can scarce ignore them. *sigh* It's a tough life.

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Tamara with a "T" said…
Reading and Cleaning...they don't compare at all. Why in the world do we spend half our life cleaning? I'm going to sleep on that one tonight. Maybe I will start hiring that one out. Thanks for making this clear to me :)
October 30, 2008 at 7:54 PM
Danielle said…
I looked at this pic and I'm like, who is this? It's not Laynee or Roo. It's you! So cute. I really don't believe in ghosts but I DO believe in whatever made my picture like that at Alcatraz...like people's elbows in the way of my flash. Heehaw. I dunno Emmy, what is it?

Pishonk.
October 31, 2008 at 8:28 AM
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