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Blogging Tips and Faux Pas

I found a great list of simple blogging tips on Casual Blogger. I have a few to add. More like blogging faux pas. What not to post on your blog. These are all hypothetical blogging opportunities.

  1. Pictures of your sons peeing in the toilet at the same time. Cutest and best picture of all time. If you do post it, don't tell your sons. Ever.
  2. Your daughter's first kiss. Especially if your husband tells you specifically it would be bad form.
  3. Where you found your first gray hair.
  4. That when your husband suggested Maui for your 20th anniversary, you went to a tanning joint because you didn't want to be sunburned and carefully only scheduled it for 7 minutes, laid down, then scooted further down and your butt and back created a vacuum with a horrible sucking noise when lifted.
  5. When you realized your son hadn't gone to the bathroom before going to bed and you got him up to go, he was so disoriented that he took off towards the bathroom but then disappeared. You found him standing naked in the laundry room with absolutely no idea how he got there or where his clothes were.
This is a public service to you and completely hypothetical.

You are welcome.

Comments

  1. CountessLaurieFebruary 17, 2012 at 10:50 AM

    Wait... where WERE you when you found your first gray hair???

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  2. Live From Mommyville...February 17, 2012 at 4:29 PM

    I know where you got sunburned. Hmmm...gives me the illusion of power!

    ReplyDelete
  3. Vidya SuryFebruary 19, 2012 at 6:18 AM

    Giggle! That's hilarious and I really needed a laugh!

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  4. SandyFebruary 21, 2012 at 11:42 AM

    You make me laugh!

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  5. mCatFebruary 21, 2012 at 1:58 PM

    I've long held the belief that according to number 3 - determines whether or not you are truly old.
    location, location, location

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