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Okay. This is not the real me but no way am I taking my iPod into the bath.

Bathing — not all it’s cracked up to be

I promised you a while back not to bore you with posts about our bungalow renovation.

I always keep my promises, except when I don’t. Like now. But it’s a short story and I’m sharing it just for the shout-out to MAAX…you’ll see why at the end of this post.

We are renovating the entire bungalow. New electrical. New plumbing. New drywall. New muscles I never knew I had. It’s been a stressful experience. One of the big projects we finished a few weeks ago is our new, twice-the-size bathroom. One with a stand-alone tub that is sheer heaven after years of only having a 32″ shower stall to spin around in.

This is our new bathtub:

An real bathtub after years of shower-only hygiene. Bliss.
An real bathtub after years of shower-only hygiene. Bliss.

This is the spider crack I discovered yesterday (and was the inspiration for today’s title):

Taken with my iPod so it's hard to see but my toes spotted it immediately.
Taken with my iPod so it’s hard to see but my toes spotted it immediately.

This is me after discovering the crack…which ran about four inches from center and made me cry:

I'm a muse in my spare time.
I’m a muse in my spare time.

This is me after the MAAX fiberglass guys showed up today and fixed the crack in about 30 minutes. After they explained that it must have been a defect at the factory. After they said the fiberglass was fine.

After they told me there’s a ten year warranty on ANY AND ALL defects.

Okay. This is not the real me but no way am I taking my iPod into the bath.
Okay. This is not the real me but no way am I taking my iPod into the bath.

Thanks, MAAX. You rock.

Didn’t I tell you it would be a short post? To thank me, you can now take this short poll:

How often do YOU blog?

Now this is MY idea of blogging. The only thing missing is a martini glass...
Now this is MY idea of blogging. The only thing missing is a martini glass…

I need some help, people. Got a few questions about blogging so I want to bend your ear.

Back in the day, when blogging was the new “it” thing, people used their blog as a kind of daily journal. By definition, you blogged every day…topics didn’t matter. Now, blogging has evolved or rather, morphed, into this really big deal where you have to have a “theme” or no one will read what you write. You have to have a “purpose.” You have to “grow your readership.” You are told to “incentivise” your blog so you can make money. It’s become a business.

While there is nothing wrong if this is what you hope to accomplish with your blog, whatever happened to just writing for the joy of writing? I’m all for making money and I’d love for more people to read my blog. I love the comments I get and enjoy replying to each and every one. But, I have no interest in this becoming a full-time job.

That said, I’d like to manage my blogging a bit better. So, to the questions:

1. How often do you blog? Daily, weekly, whenever?

2. Do you find blogging to a theme helps?

3. Do you set aside a certain part of the day to write? What works best for you? (If you tell me I have to give up my martini hour with the Mister, I might have a problem with that.)

4. If you write more than one blog (as I do) how do you manage time for more than one?

5. What about reading and commenting on the other blogs you follow? There are so many good ones out there it’s hard to keep up. Do you read them daily or weekly or whenever an email pops up notifying you they have a new post up?

6. Have you ever posted twice (or more) in one day? Do you find it helps or hurts…sometimes I have an idea for a post that just can’t wait for the next day…but I wait because I don’t want to overwhelm people’s in boxes.

I’d really like to know how all you great bloggers manage your blogging. Post answers in the comment section below. For those of you with a limited attention span, you can take a poll that covers most of what I’m trying to find out.

I’m kind of excited that I’ve posted such a serious post. I feel very grown up.

Sorry for the interruption but you need to do this NOW!

Vote for me. Blogdramedy. That’s me with a capital B.

Don’t even bother reading the rest of this post…it’s not that good. But voting for me would be a good thing. Right up there with adopting a stray puppy or voting for Obama. It will make you feel good.


I want you  to vote for Blogdramedy!

Go here and read the poll then vote. Or if you insist, keep reading until you get to the end, then vote.

I’ve been informed by a very reliable source that I am a finalist on The Byronic Man’s blog segment, “Weekly Question of the Week” or WQW for short. The reliable source was the B-Man himself and he wouldn’t lie to me. EVER!

The question:

What Does The Government Do With All Those Hours They Take From Us When We Turn The Clocks Forward?

My answer:

They’re planning to sell it back to us at a higher interest rate, like time foreclosure.

Okay, you got this far so you know what to do. Go to The Byronic Man and vote.

For me.

Yes, the others gave good answers and they are all worthy potential winners but I named B-Man one of my BOOB! winners so he kind of owes me. Not that he should take that as a bribe or anything. I’m just saying…I’m a 34DD and I let him get a glimpse of my cleavage and he’s never been the same since so…

As the “bribe” word has already come up in this post…I’m offering. What’s it gonna take? I’m open to all offers as long as it doesn’t involve anything to do with chickens.

Can’t come up with anything? How’s this:

If I win, I’ll take a saucy photo of one (or maybe two) of my favorite body parts that B-Man can post along with his announcement of the winner. Which will be me, of course. The body part may, or may not, have warm chocolate sauce drizzeled on it…depends on the point spread.

You may now peel your eyelids back down and go vote. Thanks!

As is my wont, I geared this bribe towards those of the male persuasion. If you’re a woman, or gay, it’ll be a photo of shoes. If you’re a woman and gay, then it’s shoes drizzled in chocolate. I can hear heavy breathing already. If I’ve left anyone out, let me know. As I said, as long as it doesn’t involve chickens, I’m open.

PS – Byronic Man…sorry for all the pingbacks. You did tell me to embark on a shameless self-promotion blitz.

Bad writing: a side effect of depression?

Check out this comment I received after posting Is depression the new celebrity trend?

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Is bad writing a side effect of depression? If yes, then this spambot has a serious case of the blahs.

But what about us humans?

Are we better writers when we’re sad and blue? Do we find inspiration through angst? Does negativity turn our crank?  Or do we produce our best work when we’re happy and we know it?

Cop a squat on the couch, people, and talk to me.

Rapture, the sequel. Yes? No? You decide.