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NaBloPoMo

Welcome to National Blog Posting Month. A completely arbitrary and made up celebratory month where you have to do stuff - specifically post a blog entry every day. Like I told my X regarding Valentine's Day, "Just because it's made up doesn't mean I won't kick the shit out of you if you don't participate." I may be paraphrasing the actual conversation but you get the jist. Sadly, he did not. But I digress...

So I have signed up to be part of this. Basically, I need to post every day. What I forgot was that I was going to be on vacation with my family (who are in the dark about this blog) and I will not have access to the internet for that week. So what I'm going to do is double up at least 7 times this month so I get the 30 entries in.

Your job, if you would like to participate in NaBloPoMo and you do not have a blog, is to comment. It can be here at Big Girl Underoos or you can spread the love at some other sites. Look to the right to see a few blogs worthy of your thoughts. Note: There are a couple that are defunct or inactive that I need to remove, and a few I need to add. But at the moment, cleaning up my newly moved into apartment is taking precedence over Blog roll clean-up. I know, I know, my priorities are totally FUBAR but whatever.

So, happy NaBloPoMo everyone. Stay tuned for lots and lots of entries full of assinine and useless information.

I know, it's like Christmas everyday!

Comments

Yeah, I think your clean-up priorities are a little off kilter. I moved in to my apartment in August and still haven't finished unpacking, but my blog links? I've been updating those a lot recently, especially the past few days as I discover NaBloPoMo participants;>

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