First, having some camera fun this morning. I just cant seem to get in the middle of the picture. Don't get excited, I am not doing MeMes still, I'm just throwing up a pic of my ugly mug to help others feel better about themselves.
Note the crow's feet, the 80's ear piercing that would never quite heal over, the unshaven rebellion signifying a day off, and the "I'm supposed to be cleaning the house" smirk that will soon be slapped off.
Here's today's topic of conversation:
How many of you are making money from your blog, and know a little something about doing it?
Do any of you make $10 per month?
$100 per month?
Do you use Blogher? Adsense, other?
I joined Blogher (pay per impression) almost 2 months ago, and have made a whopping $12. And my traffic is pretty damn good. One of my fav bloggers jumps on Adsense this weekend, encourages her readers to click for her, and is up to $78 in 3 days.
So if you will, lets spend some time spitballing all of this, and figure out how all of us can make some money from our soul-sharing, if that is what interests you.
Tell me if you have had any success at this, and what has worked.
Also, just want to thank Young Momma, Jenners, and Tena for nice linky mentions of me recently, hop over and see what they are up to as well.
And finally, you know what tomorrow is...Tuesday's Tribute. We will be throwing up Mr. Linky tonight, we are excited to see who (or what!) you are honoring this week. Remember, you don't HAVE to Tribute President-Elect Obama. I mean, one or two might be nice, but if I find 40 tributes to the man, I'm gonna call for a recount in Pennsylvania.
Happy MLK Day.
Monday, January 19, 2009
posthumous pointerTo laugh often and love much; to win the respect of intelligent persons and the affection of children; to earn the approbation of honest citizens and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to give of one's self; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to have played and laughed with enthusiasm and sung with exultation; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived - this is to have succeeded. - Emerson