It’s time once again to Use Me and Abuse Me! This is a virtual blog party where you can come and meet my friends. Bring a link from your blog, paste it in my comment section and then click on a few. Mingle with my friends by leaving comments. Check out their place Make sure to tell them, “Susie sent me,” and they should click back to yours. Maybe you’ll even pick up a few new subscribers.
If you’re going to leave a link, be sure to click on some while you’re here. You wouldn’t go to a party, take a few bottles of wine and go home. This party is all about the bloggingcommunity. We don’t have websites. We have blogs. It is a great place to make real friends. The more you click, the more friends you’ll make!
Only leaveONE LINK! Two will put you in my spam filter and that is always so embarrassing.
I reached a milestone with the post, “I Had a Little Adventure While You Were Dancing!” Since I scheduled it for 7:00 AM, I never got the satisfaction of seeing, “You published your 300th post.” Being a “gold star” person, I have strived to earn them since I was a little kid. I wondered if WordPress had added a golden trophy to my virtual case, so I clicked “Awards” at the bottom of the list located on the left side of my notifications. Nope. I surpassed 3,000 WordPress blog followers, but didn’t receive a trophy for that accomplishment or for my 200oth.
Butthere is a trophy in my case with a number so peculiar, I scratched my head. I earned it when I acquired my 1337th follower. Why 1337? After FSOG, Five Seconds On Google, a list of results appeared.
These captions are hysterical. Some of them got Roxy rolling on the floor laughing. She hasn’t laughed that hard since our family jumped for joy!
My daughter Courtney and son Kelly have made their decisions and the rest is up to you. Vote on the one you like the best and it will get featured on the Wild Ride. The photo of Roxy with the winner’s caption will appear on the right side of my blog. It will be up for a couple of weeks. Cool, right?
If your caption is a finalist, go out and tell your friends and family to come here and vote. Blast it out on Twitter and Facebook. Call your grandma. Email your uncle. Write a blog post. Give the link to your book club, your coworkers, and the random person behind you in the grocery store.
You have until 8:00 AM, Tuesday, February 25th. Mountain Standard Time.
The winner will be announced next Wednesday!
Are you into pet photos on social media or have you hit the saturation point?
Welcome to all of the new followers of the Wild Ride! Here’s your chance to meet some of my friends. This virtual blog partyalways lasts for days.
Bring a link from ONE of your blog posts and paste it in my comment section. Then the party will begin. Click on a few. Check out their place. Tell them “Susie sent me!” Hang out for a while. Maybe you’ll like what you see and will subscribe. They’ll click back to check out your digs. Some may subscribe to your blog! See? It’s so much fun!
Only leave ONE link or you’ll end up in my spam filter. That can be so embarrassing.
If you leave a link, then click on a few. You wouldn’t go to a party with a doggy bag, fill up on food and take off, would you? Of course not. The more links you click, the more fun you’ll have!
DJ Ksmash in in the house and he’ll be spinning all day and night. Help yourself to the buffet and the bar. Rather have coffee? The barista is chillin’ and just waiting for your order. You might want to drink a Red Bull with me!
Have fun mingling and don’t forget to dance!
I’m going to take a few runs and will come back and read all of your posts.
Those without a loved one to share Valentine’s Day have more in common with the tradition of sending Valentine’s Day cards than those with a lover.
I thought the Victorians began the tradition with their sentimental, flowery, lacy, and cupid adorned cards:
The couple meets at a soiree where the fine lady’s heart beats like a caged canary. The gentleman wears gloves and even with them worries he’ll leave a thumbprint on the greeting card. He escorts her to a small chamber not far from the ballroom. Her cheeks flush with the touch of his warm hand on her back. It sends a thrill of which she is not accustomed. He pulls the declaration of love from his breast pocket and presents it with a bow. She smiles, rips it open and gasps when she sees two naked cupids complete with jiggly bits dancing in the sky. Underneath are the words “Be My Lover.” She drops the card and trounces from the room.
And that is when the gentleman became acquainted with the florist’s establishment around the corner which he frequented in years to come.
Sending cards began more than 400 years earlier with a French romantic poet, of course!It did not begin with the uptight Victorians, but the English had their part in history.
A hyperbole is an exaggeration that is not to be taken literally. The name for “exceeding the truth,” originated in the 1500’s in Greece.
That got me thinking. Greece is the birthplace of the Olympic Games. It can’t be a coincidence. I can imagine some Greek god-looking dude saying, “Whoa. I threw that javelin like a thousand meters today. It raced with Cupid across the sky.” Continue reading →
One year ago, I tried to shake off a strange trepidation, an ominous foreboding that unlucky number 2013 would be trouble. It appeared with many personalities just like any other year. On most days, it wore taupey beige, occasionally donning colorful ups and dappled gray downs. These clever disguises fooled me, but every so often it revealed a glint, a glimmer of brass knuckles clenched in its fists under the hem of its cloak. It lurked in shadows. I shuddered.
After flaunting a kaleidoscope of prismatic luminosity on my birthday in April, the bully bared its metal mitts. It punched my gut and flattened me. I never saw it coming. I caught my breath then stood. Nostrils flared, I stared hard into its cold dead eyes, (there were three of them). It laughed and receded into the shadows. Continue reading →
Finding time for everything in daily life can be a challenge. The holidays add an extra burden to the growing list of things to do. This year marks the shortest amount of time between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Think you can do it all? You can’t. There’s no time to dink around people!You’re basically screwed unless you follow my tips:
No time to buy a host or hostess gift?
Recycle! Fill all those holiday mugs you’ve received over the years with your leftover Halloween candy. Everyone loves Snickers bars.
Don’t judge me. The candy canes are from last year. I ate all the Snickers bars.
No time to write for your blog?
Post office party photos. Make up funny captions like, “Bob always peeks into the secret Santa gifts and slips his name on the best one.” Then cross-post it on Facebook. Watch your Klout score soar! Don’t forget to tag your boss, Bob. Continue reading →
There are many ways to receive news. You can tune into 24-hour news stations, listen to the radio, read your local newspaper, check out internet sites like the Huffington Post, or hashtags that trend on Twitter.
I’ve found another news indicator. SEOs. These are the search engine terms or words that link someone’s search on the internet to your blog or website. After blogging for almost 2 ½ years, I am just finding out the importance of SEOs. WordPress posted a series about them. Although much of their information flew over my head like a meteor shower, I understand that choosing key words in a post will bring readers to your blog.
Bring ONE link from a blog post (the spookier the better or anything else your trembling heart desires), and leave it in the comment section. Then the party will begin! Click on a few links and say “bla, bla, I want to suck your blood, I mean, “Susie sent me.” They should shriek click back to your place. Dracula is expecting you.
The candles are lit, Lurch is playing the organ, Igor is answering the door, and the witches brew is packing an extra punch. Help yourself to the finger food. I know. They look like real fingers…
Pasting two links in my comment section will send you to my crypt spam filter. I hate when I have to stop dancing to pull screaming guests from the abyss. It’s so embarrassing.
The more links you click on, the more people you’ll meet. Some may fall under your spell and subscribe to your blog.
Like last time, this wild party will become a rager. Keep checking back through the weekend to see who hauntsstops by!
Have fun and don’t forget to dance! Click HERE, then stand up and shake your bones…
Spread the word on Twitter and Facebook! More walking dead people will show up at your place!