And I’m not just calling it fabulous because I’m one of the members. Although let’s be honest, that is a point highly in its favour.
Clickety right here to check out the loveliness.
If you aren’t completely under my sway though and need more convincing, here’s a brief introduction to the site’s concept by its creator, Anne.
Our intention is to make BloggersAnnex.com a site where you know you will find the best blog posts in the blogosphere.[...]
Archive for July, 2008
There is a piece of chocolate cake in the fridge. I managed not to eat it last night after eating my first piece. I was so strong. I wanted to applaud myself but there are certain of my quirks I don’t want to pass on to my kids so I refrained.
I resisted the tantalizing lure of chocolatey goodness when the urge for an evening snack overwhelmed me. I had a bottle of water instead. I[...]
I imagine that many of you would answer the above question differently. Those in their early twenties (I don’t think I have any teenage readers, if so, well…hi!) might play nice and protest, “Oh no, being nearly thirty isn’t old at all. Really.” But there might be something in the tone of their response that gives away the horror they feel at the thought of passing into the next decade of age.
Many others are my contemporaries, and[...]
Losing weight is fun. Clothes don’t fit quite so snug. I find myself walking with a bit more confidence. One might even observe a slight strut to my stride. Until I turn my ankle because lost poundage or no I still have all the grace of an elephant.
Yep. Colour me pink and call me a grapefruit, I was so embarrassed. Picked myself up off the ground, brushed off the gravel that had adhered itself[...]
My mind is starting to freak me out a bit. It’s a bit like being married forever and a day and then your spouse suddenly does something to throw all your preconceptions out the window. You realize in that flicker-flash of an instant that you don’t know them near as well as you thought you did.
I’m looking at my mind kind of askance, wondering should I edge slowly away so that maybe people won’t think we’re together. [...]
Last night I hunkered down in the basement with a bowl of strawberry ripple ice cream in my lap. I don’t generally eat ice cream, but I was stressed out and it was the only sweet stuff in the house. Under the Tuscan Sun was playing on the TV and our fuzzy green blanket was helping me to get cozy in the corner of our cushy black leather sectional.
A pretty idyllic scene considering I was in the process[...]
Just wanted to shine the spotlight on Louise who won the Farwold giveaway. A random number generator was used to select the winner or else I totally would’ve picked you.
Lacking in randomness was Holly who blew everyone else out of the water with her ego stroking comment on my 500th post. She wins a free copy of Temporary? Insanity Volume One. You know, once I actually get around to formatting and editing and self-publishing it and all.
Of[...]
There tend to be fads in this blogging world of ours. I try to ignore them, with varying degrees of success. I like to be a non-conformist. Not from a strong sense of individuality, mind you, but because in every other way I am thoroughly unremarkable. I have to find some way to be special and refusing to dance the Macarena and other such things helps me to achieve that.
I have a pattern of giving in[...]
No really. I know I don’t exactly do the fake thing around here, but this post isn’t really a post per se. It’s just a bunch of linky bits to get a few loose ends wrapped up and help me pass the time till I write something real tomorrow.
Oh yes, I’m writing something really extra special for really real tomorrow. You will be aghast at the realness of it.
First, a warning (’cause I’m all about getting the[...]
I am flushed a bright pink as I type this. No, not the usual self-doubt and impending shame that sometimes attend the process of writing. I’m sunburnt and hotly gleaming in the musty warmth of a house whose windows we forgot to open last night.
I feel sympathy for wilting flowers everywhere.
Because idiocy seems to be my constant companion, I didn’t wear a hat yesterday. Not quite shocking, as I hate wearing hats and never do, but idiotic[...]
