Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Goodbye, Sweet Blogger, I Knew Thee Well.

This is it for Halftime Lessons on Blogger.

Starting tomorrow, HalftimeLessons.com will now run on WordPress instead.

Please make sure that if you wish to keep following my humble work you DON'T go to halftimelessons.blogspot.com anymore. Instead, make sure you go only to http://HalftimeLessons.com.

If you read my blog in a reader, make sure you follow me through this feed link:

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It will take you where you need to go. When you get to the new location, there will be more ways to follow if you so desire. If you have any issues, please email me at halftimelessons(at)gmail(dot)com .

See you on the other side, my lovelies.

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Tuesday, October 6, 2009

IMPORTANT: I'm going through some...changes.

Good morning gentle readers.

So, I have been working on something. Well...when I say I, I mean the pit bull the nice lady I hired. I haven't done CRAP. (and for her gentle disposition I avoided the use of the "s" word there.)

I am about to relaunch my blog. An all new look, new content, and (gulp) a new platform and host...I am moving to self-hosted WordPress.

So here is the thing...

I really, Really, REALLY don't want to lose you in this process.

So can I ask you to PLEASE take a second today and verify how you are following my blog? If you have plugged me into a reader, PLEASE make sure you have it plugged in as "http://HalftimeLessons.com", and nothing else.

If you are following me through some weird feed address or something other than the URL above, I may lose you.

And That.Can't.Happen.

I need every stinkin' one of you.

Please check...my switchover is IMMINENT.

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To 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