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Hello. My name is Karla, and I am a procrastinator.

Guest Post by Karla from  Looking Towards Heaven

That title has nothing to do with my post topic.  But here I am at the last minute racing to Megan's to get a post up for her.  She may just wish that I had procrastinated a little longer.

Just like a few others who have come before me, I find myself perplexed by the fact that I am writing on Megan's blog… What was I thinking when I volunteered for this! I am hardly qualified. Writing has never been my strong point. I have a hard enough time talking in a cohesive manner, let alone writing it out in a way that won‘t make the reader‘s head want to explode.

I have an almost obsessive overuse of the ellipse. I do find it appropriate; my mind tends to trail off like that anyway. Really, it is the perfect punctuation for me. I also have a tendency to put commas in all of the wrong places or forget them all together. (and if TypePad were my blog host I'd be wearin' that "strikethrough" button out!)

My writing could be torn apart: it’s not witty enough, it’s not thought-provoking enough, it’s not ground-breaking or profound.

But that is me. And, oddly enough, I have discovered that people like that part of me. Sure, there are the (many many many) people who run from my blog screaming in horror. But there are also many that have continued to come and observe my quirks and have even reached out and struck up a friendship in spite of those same quirks.

So it is, with this odd thing called blogging. Who would have thought that such a thing could have such an impact on so many lives. Many women are finding their voices through blogging. Many are reaching out of their comfort zones and opening up about issues that they have been ashamed to vocalize to anyone else.  I certainly don’t want to exaggerate it to mystical proportions, but blogs have become so much more than I think anyone could have anticipated.

For 7 years, my brother-in-law had been after me to start a blog. I’d shake my head and think “what a silly silly man you are. How is that even remotely enjoyable.”

Little did I know.

So, while people may stumble across my blog and immediately pass it by, I know that blogging has made it’s mark on me. It is my story and my life and my handprint that will be left behind when I am long gone. Even if no one else notices it.

Take notice of Karla over at Looking Towards Heaven.  You'll be glad you did.

A bunny story

GoBloMeMoFo... such a funny title (for a funny lady!).  For some reason it always makes me think of a swear word.  Not sure why.

Hi, this is Krista from Welcome to Married Life!  Let’s see what randomness I can come up with tonight to help save the bunny.

I had a bunny. Actually I had two. I was in 4-H (oh yeah!) when I was in grade school.  One of my bunnies was a tortoise colored Dutch named Daisy May.  And how sad is this? For some reason I kept remembering that she was a Netherland Dwarf..., but that didn’t seem right.  So I had to go to the American Rabbit Breeder’s Association home page and look at the pictures to find the right name!

Anyways.

She was small and cute and I liked her a lot, but she wasn’t very friendly. 

The other rabbit I had was a Himalayan. Think Siamese cat, but looking like a rabbit. And she was fat. And I can’t even remember what her name was!  She wasn’t friendly at all.

So I had these two rabbits (and my brother had one) and we kept them in cages under a lean-to next to our barn.  Don’t worry, we lived on the wet side of Oregon and it never got that cold.  Plus they had these nice little wooden boxes to nest in.

Both of my rabbits had babies, and they all died. How sad is that? I don’t think I was a very good rabbit mama because I didn’t know what to do for them to help them take care of their babies.  Do you know how hard it is to bury baby bunnies?  When you’re in grade school?

See, now I’m about to cry.  This is why I had to write a post and help save the bunny!

We moved when I was in middle school and I had to leave my bunnies behind. They went to my 4-H leader’s house and she had lots of bunnies so I’m sure they had long happy bunny lives.

And I won’t tell you about the time our club went to a rabbit farm and they fed us hot dogs for lunch... and then when we were done eating they told us they were rabbit hot dogs.  EW!

Now, come on and help me save this bunny while there’s still time!!!  (or before the bunny escapes and we have to go chase it down and catch it with a fish net!)

And come visit me sometime for more random weirdness! :)

GoBloMeMoFo was a Bad Ass Success

NaBloPoMo:  Dismal failure over here.
GoBloMeMoFo:  Stellar success!

If you haven't been keeping up, NaBloPoMo is short for National Blog Posting Month, during which  the goal is to post every day for 30 days.  Period.

Simple.  Just simple enough that I knew there was no way in hell I could do it.  I generally post 3-4 times a week, rarely on weekends, and sometimes not even that often.  I've been known to disappear into real life for days on end, my blog left to wither and flail about on its own.  I knew that NaBloPoMo was beyond my ambitions.

However, I love buttons, I love social networking (sort of, well, eh), and I love challenges.  I also love to cheat because seriously, I'll follow their rules when the blog police show up on my virtual doorstep to enforce them.  Hence, GoBloMeMoFo was born.

Jennifer at Playgroups Are No Place For Children coined the term.  Fussypants designed the wicked buttons and dreamed up the animal cruelty threats, and I hit the "publish" button.  What you got there, folks, was one glorious month of guest posts from my fabulous readers. 

Because NaBloPoMo can GoBloMeMoFo, we were playing it our way over here.  Cheating or not.  We still posted.

And we met a lot of people.  And that was the point.  I scooped up some crazy great new readers from my guest bloggers' audiences and I hope they snagged a few of mine, as well.  Our own little scrappy social network of cheaters.  I love it.

I will post the final two GoBloMeMoFo guest posts right after this one by yours truly.  I know I'm sort of squooshing two in at the last minute, but I'm going to give them the whole weekend to roam free before I start smashing them under my piles of words, so be sure to read them both, please.

If you submitted a guest post but it didn't get published or asked to sign up but didn't get to in time, I sincerely apologize and ask for your continued patience.  Although GoBloMeMoFo is over, I still host some awesome Squatters here every Saturday, so I hope you'll allow me to slip you in as a Saturday Squatter instead.  Deal?  I underestimated the response and I truly apologize, but you'll still get a cool button and a place on a permanent page over here.  Hmmm, I better get to updating that page...

Speaking of slacking, I know I haven't been posting much this month, but I can't begin to tell you how much I have not even been spitting in the direction of my computer.  If I ever do sit down here, it's to work on my eBay store for the holidays or to grab a guest post to publish.  Then there's that whole trying to get a house thing... 

By the way, we've made it past the first mortgage hurdle and are just waiting to hear back from the underwriter.  Fingers crossed, people.  Fingers crossed.  Knock on wood.  Burn a bra.  Whatever works.  I want this house.  I want a home.  Damn it.

Thanks again to all of my bad-ass nice GoBloMeMoFo guest bloggers, to all of their daring readers who have stuck around over here, and to all of you that have taken the time to click their links and get to know some new blogs.

GoBloMeMoFo guest bloggers, you seriously are bad-ass nice!  Display your badges with pride!

Until next year, GoBloMeMoFo!!!

Bunny Saved.

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