Okay, first thank you to everyone that suggested new taglines.
As you can see above I chose the one that I used on my sidebar “About D.J.” Which is now different.
If you don’t see it, do this nifty trick on your computer. Hold down Ctrl and hit F5.
These are posts that will go in the blog, under the slider
Okay, first thank you to everyone that suggested new taglines.
As you can see above I chose the one that I used on my sidebar “About D.J.” Which is now different.
If you don’t see it, do this nifty trick on your computer. Hold down Ctrl and hit F5.
Now that I’m ranking really high on Google for terms like “best blog” and “funny blog”, my traffic is exploding. I need to come up with a good tagline underneath the main title image of “ThoughtsFromParis.”
Why?
In my last post I talked about how I send out a lot more holiday cards than I receive.
And, last night, as I sat having a conversation with the wall, I wondered aloud if I there was anything I could do for all the people like me.
But then I thought, “And is there also a way I can exploit these people to my benefit?”
I’m not sure you can relate to this, but each year I send out about forty holiday cards, and at best, receive ten back.
Do I have crappy friends? Possibly.
Or maybe I just send cards out to people that don’t send out cards.
Either way, I don’t get angry about it. But I do get sad.
Hey, I forgot all about doing this!
It’s back, like that wart you gnawed off four months ago.
In case you’re new to ThoughtsFromParis, or didn’t read this week, here’s what you missed…
I Did Something F***ing Crazy Over Thanksgiving – Part I
I was supposed to watch TheBloggess speak at an event in LA a month ago.
Jenny was to be a featured keynote at a convention I was attending, and I was pretty excited. I emailed her and told her I would wait until after her session and give her a solid open-mouth kiss. Also, take a photo.
Want to hear more thoughts about the Thanksgiving date from the guy from ThoughtsFromParis? Yes. Yes you do.
Last time I left you, I had just explained to my forgetful father that I was bringing Jessica home for Thanksgiving dinner with my family.
A woman I had never spent even a second with in mutual physical presence.
In the last installment, I talked about the idea of a “Dates With Readers” feature where I would go out with a few women who regularly read my blog.
Read Part I Here – and then come back, because, well, you’ll totally want to!
I was telling my father about Jessica, the woman in the previous story with whom (Or is it “with whom”? Or “to whom”? To which? Damn my feeble attempt at grammar! I just learned the commas rules recently. I still promptly ignore them. But I learned it!). I was really starting to connect.