I joined a board today for a non-for-profit website that deals with helping people with emotional and mental issues. I had been looking to get involved and flattered that they thought it would be a great fit.
Now, as I read that back I just realized it might come across as me trying to brag about doing something philanthropic. Nah. I’m one of the least philanthropic people you’ll meet. I’m self-motivated and rarely do much to assist others. In short – I’m a typical American.
I had a great idea.
When I started getting some decent traffic to my site, I began to receive emails from readers. I noticed that nearly all of these emails were from women. I suspect that there are more women who read blogs than men. This may just be a result of many mothers who stay at home and raise their children. In fact, there is a whole “mommy blogger” category of blogs, and it is HUGE. Every year one of the biggest blogging conventions is called BlogHer which you have probably have figured out is for birds.
So, this just happened.
I was on the phone talking with a friend, lying down on the bed in the second bedroom, when all of a sudden I smelled smoke. I leaped up, ran into the hallway, and noticed smoke accumulating around the ceiling lighting. My first thought was the air conditioner. Even though it’s sort of past air conditioning season, today was 82 here in Chicago. Since I’m on the top floor of my condo building, it’s always extremely hot. When it’s 70 outside, it will register as 77 inside, so the air has to be on.
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
