Any excuse to put a flasher on my blog.
This is the day when I ask those of you who read here (and I’m ever so grateful you do) but who haven’t introduced yourself to pop up just for a moment and say hey. If you’re feeling particularly exhibitionistic, you might also tell me (1) why you read here and (2) what you’d like to see here. Bloggers LIVE for feedback (well, needy ones like me do.)
As Luna said during her Coming Out Party, “don’t be shy — just say hi!”
Please? (You, yes, you, the fidgeting one with the sudden dilemma.)
OK. So I realllly want to go to BlogHer09 in the summer. But it’s a tough sell with Rob (and even in my own mind) because so far, this little hobby of mine, blogging, actually costs our family money.
Not much, mind you. But at some point, I should get a “real” job, one with a paycheck that compensates for the fact that mommy isn’t available to cook and clean as much as she should because she is working and contributing financially to the family.
Which I am not by blogging.
(Do you detect guilt? Yes.)
So. I’ve done something brazen, about which I have mixed feelings.
I have put a Tip Jar in my sidebar [now gone]. Think of:
- the tip hat in front of the strummer on the street, they guy singing Hey Jude while you stroll by
- the brandy snifter on the piano in that little Italian restaurant, where the tenor sings My Way as you twirl your spaghetti on your fork
- the tip basket passed by the juggler at the end of her act during the street festival
I blog gladly; I blog for myself as much as for you. Blogging has become who I am — I can’t not blog. I work to hone my craft, and I aim to entertain, inform and engage with you.
And I accept tips. Like the strummer, the crooner, the busker, I will continue to offer my art whether the jar is clinked or not — (and as long as the aforementioned guilt is manageable).
It’s super cheap — $5 minimum (via PayPal).
I humbly thank you.
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