Showing posts with label money. Show all posts
Showing posts with label money. Show all posts

October 23, 2011

Happy Anniversary To Me!

Congratulate me! My first blog anniversary has actually come and gone. I really didn't think I would ever be able to say that. But here I am. October 2011. My first blog post went live on Sunday, October 10, 2010. So here it is, just over a year later, and I'm still blogging.

Some good, some bad. Some serious, some funny. I suppose mostly it's just been me venting about something perturbing in my day, or in my life.

I've always been honest in my writer's voice, and I will strive to maintain that honesty with you. You deserve that. I find that (one) honesty is usually the best policy and (two) because I feel so comfortable in front of you, feel like I'm one of you, like we're all in this together, I can completely let my hair down. I do hope you feel the same. I feel like we've built a trusting relationship: I write, you read - and we don't let each other down. Right?

When I began this endeavor, it was a long shot. It was me being naively optimistic. I had been thinking for quite some time about writing. This thought process being sparked by my oldest daughter. For some reason I can't remember now, we had been going through some of my old college papers. She read some of my short stories and, well, since she was highly wrapped up in the Twilight books and movies, was completely pumped (and I think she actually believed what she said) and told me then that I should write a story; I could be the next Stephanie Meyer. I think that's aiming a little high. But I guess we'll see what happens.

Then, a little over a year ago, I came across a magazine in the grocery store checkout line. The front page littered with captions, one of which pertained to the subject of things you could do that could help you earn some extra cash. Times being what they are, and having 4 kids to feed, I picked up the magazine and purchased it, setting aside some special time in the evening to delve into that particular article.

Needless to say, this article (I wish I could site the actual magazine, article title and author for you, but alas, I do believe it has been recycled) got me to thinking. Why not? What's stopping me? I have a lot on my mind, a lot to vent about. And I'm so thrilled that you've volunteered to listen (aka read).

The article gave names of free hosting sites, names of books and resources that would aid in the construction. I was hooked. I was in the library frequently. First checking out the mentioned resources for blogging, then moving on when I noticed the topics of what was side by side with some of these. Books on writing. Books on publishing. Books on style. Books on finding your writer's voice. Completely hooked.

The meat of the article, the main grabber on the front of the magazine, was how to earn money. This was going to magically happen by placing ads on my site. Again, a list of resources, ideas, etc.

My blog, my baby, was finally up and running. Complete with ads. Now these ads work on a per click basis. Which, for a while, I was completely thrilled to see a few cents here and a few cents there. It was really adding up. In fact, I am pleased to announce that in the past year I have earned a total of $32.15, payable to me just as soon as I have reached my "earnings threshold" of $100.00. So, in just about three more years I should be seeing that direct deposited into my account.

Oh well. I've been having a lot of fun doing this and while I'm not 'chalking it up' per se, I am going to call this whole occupation 'a learning experience'. Chalking it up would imply that I am through with the whole undertaking. And I am so not done. I think I'm a little too vested in this to just give up.

I've learned a lot in the past year. I've learned that I shouldn't continuously change the layout of my blog as I do not understand HTML* well enough to fix what I mess up.

*That's Hyper Text Markup Language for you not so savvy in the way of computer talk.

I've become familiar with (and favorited) several other blog sites that I particularly enjoy reading, as well as other sites that have a plethera of blogging and writing information. If you haven't guessed it by now: I am openly admitting, coming out of the closet so to speak, I have opened myself up and found my inner geek. In fact, if time and money allowed, I would take classes on that darned HTML and start building all kinds of sites.

This sideline of mine has allowed me to escape, when needed, from the rigormarole of my everyday life. However, on the flip-side, I often feel like I'm experiencing slight withdrawal symptoms if I am not able to sit down for a day or two and write. I suppose that's the stinger. The hardest part. Learning to balance the work, the family and the things that I want to do for me, myself and I. I honestly try not to be selfish. It's hard, though. It's really hard.

Anywho, I want to leave you today with a smile on your face. This isn't all about me, you know. This is about something that began a year ago. A relationship that has budded, been nurtured by the writer and the reader and has taken on a life of it's own. I apologize for the times that I am not able to keep the growth trimmed and watered. Life outside the blog does occasionally call. But I do thank you for your faithfulness, your encouraging comments, for just reading. Heck! I know I've even gotten some negativity returned towards my maybe not so p.c. blogs, but hey, we're all entitled to our opinions. But it's only those of us with blogs who get to spout off to the world.

1 year behind me - and (hopefully) many more to come. Woohoooo!

Thank you!


September 22, 2011

The Hilton Vacation Club Called...

I'm serious! They really did. In fact, they told me that they were offering "loyal" guests first dibs at the new Hilton Grand Vacation Club in Hawaii.

So I say to myself: "Wow! That's like really super nice of them. They are sooo generous and thoughtful!"

Well of course I didn't really say that! What I said was "No thanks!"

Who are they trying to kid?

First of all.... I totally cannot afford it - even at the senior citizen, loyal customer, grand opening discount. Or whatever it was they were offering.

Secondly... Loyal guest? What? I, to my recollection, have stayed exactly one time at a Hilton approximately 14 years ago. Lovely time. Chicago... Andrea Bocelli concert.... public transportation.... Oh what memories!

Sorry... No. Nowadays, my idea of a vacation would be waking up early on the weekend and getting the family (at least the agreeable ones) in the car and going exploring... blasting some good tunes on the radio, stopping at a roadside park for lunch... Yes sir! That's fun... according to me. (The opinion of the children may differ slightly - go figure.)

You want to hear something else funny??

Does anyone out there watch reality TV? In particular, Real Housewives of Beverly Hills? I was so mad after watching less than 20 minutes that I was just about in tears. These women, if you can really call them that since they are obviously all plastic, collagen and silicone.... actually, let's call them Barbies, as the actual Barbie doll does not own a real brain either....

First - have you seen their hands and necks. Uh, ladies? I have a newsflash for you: We can tell your real age by the sagging flappiness on your necks and the age spots on your gnarly, arthritic hands.

Secondly - I honestly don't think anyone cares about what's going on in your lives. Do you not realize that they only reason people are watching you on their tellies is because they need a good laugh. Kind of like when Jessica Simpson was a newly wed and she had her own reality TV show. Sorry Jessica, but you made a complete fool of yourself, and now the whole world knows it. So ladies, don't be fooled by what the producers are telling you. We aren't tuning in week to week to see what happens next, but rather, it's to see how stupid you can be this week. (TV announcer's voice) Will Kim and Kyle kill each other this week? Will Taylor get more plastic pumped into her face? Why does Lisa put up with these bimbos? Tune in next week to see every sad detail.

Third - These women have ABSOLUTELY no concept of reality. This is mind-boggling to me. I cannot fathom and sometimes, like this show, need to see for myself just how detached so many people really are from what is really happening in the world around them. They literally live in their own little circle, and in their own little worlds (aka Beverly Hills, the spa, Rodeo Drive, etc.). Prepare yourselves. No really, please take a seat. You may even want to sit on your hands. Because I am about to tell you something. This is almost verbatim, something I heard one of the women say on the show. (I hope I get this correct, for I certainly do not want to discredit anyone.)

      Our lovely ladies were all at an extended ski weekend at Camille's Colorado mountain home. Apparently Camille is soon to be divorced. Lisa was talking to the camera saying how sorry she felt for Camille. My first response was, "Wow, that was actually kind of sweet." Then the verbal bomb! Ready? Lisa actually said, ON TV: "I feel really bad for Camille. Because of the divorce and the settlement, she is being forced to sell several of her homes and she'll only be left with a few." HOLY CRAP!!! I had to ask myself out loud if I had just heard that correctly. My jaw dropped. I'm sure my eyes were bulging. ARE THESE PEOPLE FOR REAL??

Like I said, it's just mind-boggling. Now please, tell me what you really think. I am begging for you to leave comments. Do you watch this show? If yes, please tell me why. I would love to hear your opinions on this topic. Because, I don't know about the rest of you, but me? I'm from planet Earth, in particular, the state of Michigan. And it leaves me sick and sleepless at night to know that there really are people out there who don't believe there's a recession because, as of yet, their world has been left untouched, pristine, still sparkling like the champagne they are accustomed to drinking for breakfast every morning. Hey! They probably use Asti to flush their bidets!