I've noticed in a lot of the blogs I've read, how clumsily written some of them are. Blogs I have to stumble over are difficult to read, and poorly written blogs persuade me to move on to the next blog.
Why? Because if I'm reading a blog that is so badly written, and I have to re-read what I just read, I get so frustrated at not being able to understand the blog, I give up and move on to the next blog.
Don't bloggers care about having their blogs read? With so much help out there, bloggers have no reason to write messy unreadable blogs. One invaluable tool for helping writers write better blogs is White Smoke.
How many times have you visited a blog and thought, hmm, looks like this blogger just grabbed random words from the dictionary and threw them on the page hoping they would make sense? Hopefully never, but I sometimes wonder if bloggers write a different language and then substitute words they hope will make sense. Oftentimes they don't and the blogger appears to be a third grader pretending to be a college graduate.
Again, White Smoke comes to the rescue with great translation abilities. Compared to Microsoft Word when it comes to grammar, White Smoke comes out as the winner, at least according to CNN and others.
If you're looking for help in writing great blog posts, and especially if you are translating from a foreign language, check out White Smoke, either by clicking on the ad next to this blog or by clicking on any of the links in this blog.
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Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Breakthrough Health Information
Breakthrough information – whenever I read those words my eyes pop wide open. I LOVE researching the latest breakthroughs in science and medicine.
My family members are probably dropping their jaws right now (well, two of my family members are dropping their jaws right now – nobody else in my family reads my blogs), because science was always my WORST subject. I HATED science growing up.
I honestly think the reason I hated science was because the teachers who instructed me were either boring or didn't really care about science either. They could have made it so much more interesting, but they didn't. All through grammar school I dreaded science class, because I knew I would be bored silly.
By the time I got to high school, already bored with the subject, I approached my freshman science class with disdain, especially after we were told we had to dissect a frog, a LIVE frog that would be euthanized in front of our eyes.
And then when I got to college, one of my science instructors threw a bunch of rocks at my lab partner and me and told us to identify them. What? They're rocks! We had a good laugh about how we couldn't tell the difference between flagstone and feldspar, and if he had included gems like rubies and jade, we'd have fared much better in his class, but still, science didn't interest me.
And then – suddenly – I don't know what the catalyst was – everything changed. I devoured medical information like a ravenous beast. If I saw a copy of JAMA (Journal of the American Medical Association) sitting next to a copy of People in my doctor's office, I grabbed the JAMA. And when it came to NEW, BREAKTHROUGH information, I couldn't wait to read it.
So you can imagine how I reacted when I had the opportunity to read The Doctors Health e-Bulletin (see the link next to this blog). Those little synapses in my brain danced around in my head with excitement. Whether the information relates to asthma, cancer, or the best brain-boosting super foods, I love learning about how I can improve my health and now I can use The Doctors Health e-Bulletin as a source.
If you are one of those people who gets excited at learning the latest health information and who jumps at the word, breakthrough, click the link next to this blog under The Doctors Health e-Bulletin to get your shot of breakthrough information.
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My family members are probably dropping their jaws right now (well, two of my family members are dropping their jaws right now – nobody else in my family reads my blogs), because science was always my WORST subject. I HATED science growing up.
I honestly think the reason I hated science was because the teachers who instructed me were either boring or didn't really care about science either. They could have made it so much more interesting, but they didn't. All through grammar school I dreaded science class, because I knew I would be bored silly.
By the time I got to high school, already bored with the subject, I approached my freshman science class with disdain, especially after we were told we had to dissect a frog, a LIVE frog that would be euthanized in front of our eyes.
And then when I got to college, one of my science instructors threw a bunch of rocks at my lab partner and me and told us to identify them. What? They're rocks! We had a good laugh about how we couldn't tell the difference between flagstone and feldspar, and if he had included gems like rubies and jade, we'd have fared much better in his class, but still, science didn't interest me.
And then – suddenly – I don't know what the catalyst was – everything changed. I devoured medical information like a ravenous beast. If I saw a copy of JAMA (Journal of the American Medical Association) sitting next to a copy of People in my doctor's office, I grabbed the JAMA. And when it came to NEW, BREAKTHROUGH information, I couldn't wait to read it.
So you can imagine how I reacted when I had the opportunity to read The Doctors Health e-Bulletin (see the link next to this blog). Those little synapses in my brain danced around in my head with excitement. Whether the information relates to asthma, cancer, or the best brain-boosting super foods, I love learning about how I can improve my health and now I can use The Doctors Health e-Bulletin as a source.
If you are one of those people who gets excited at learning the latest health information and who jumps at the word, breakthrough, click the link next to this blog under The Doctors Health e-Bulletin to get your shot of breakthrough information.
Want to read more from this author? Click any of the following links:
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Style My House is Offering $10,000 to Remodel Your Home!
I love walking through homes that are beautifully decorated and that have everything in place. My talents are not in the decorating or remodeling field. Perhaps because all of my stuff is cramped mostly into my bedroom, I have no space to decorate. But my daughter, her husband, and their children will soon be moving out and while I have the house up for sale, I'm also contemplating getting a roommate.
Having had horrible experiences with roommates in the past, I'm a little afraid of what's out there, but I love my home and would really like to keep it. The other day I came up with an idea that might work. My bedroom and my family room share a wall. The family room is sunk-in and is just off the dining area which is just off the kitchen. I love the openness, but I love my privacy more.
So I came up with an idea for putting a wall between the dining area and the family room. That way my bedroom and my family room would be mine and mine alone. When I came across Style My House (see link next to this blog), and saw that StyleMyHouse was offering a $10,000 remodeling contest, I signed up.
That wall would change the entire look of my home, but with a gifted contractor, my home will look even better than it did before. I'll have my own little portion of the house and any roommates I get will have theirs. If you would like to enter the StyleMyHouse $10,000 contest, click the link next to this blog. I wish you luck, but I have to tell you – I'm looking forward to winning ;)
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Having had horrible experiences with roommates in the past, I'm a little afraid of what's out there, but I love my home and would really like to keep it. The other day I came up with an idea that might work. My bedroom and my family room share a wall. The family room is sunk-in and is just off the dining area which is just off the kitchen. I love the openness, but I love my privacy more.
So I came up with an idea for putting a wall between the dining area and the family room. That way my bedroom and my family room would be mine and mine alone. When I came across Style My House (see link next to this blog), and saw that StyleMyHouse was offering a $10,000 remodeling contest, I signed up.
That wall would change the entire look of my home, but with a gifted contractor, my home will look even better than it did before. I'll have my own little portion of the house and any roommates I get will have theirs. If you would like to enter the StyleMyHouse $10,000 contest, click the link next to this blog. I wish you luck, but I have to tell you – I'm looking forward to winning ;)
If you would like to read more from this author, click any of the following links:
All Craft Connection
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Monday, June 6, 2011
VistaPrint – My Top Pick for Business Cards
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| My new car magnet will look like this. |
True to their word, VistaPrint sent me FREE business cards. All I truly had to pay was shipping and handling.
When my daughter added a car magnet to her automobile to promote her consignment boutique, I thought, why not get a car magnet to promote my writing business?
Synchronicity, or meaningful coincidences as some like to say, placed an email in my box from VistaPrint offering car magnets at an unbelievably low price. I designed the magnet and am now awaiting its arrival, along with new business cards to promote my web site, WritingCreatively.
If you're looking for ways to promote your business and you don't want to spend an exorbitant amount of money, click the VistaPrint ad near this blog.
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Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Staples is on My BAD List
Occasionally, I will post NEGATIVE comments about companies I feel have jilted me, because I know I can't possibly be the only one experiencing problems like the one I'm about to explain.
STAPLES is the subject of my first attack blog. Many times over the past several years I have shopped at Staples for everything from folders and paper to ink cartridges and more. I purchase my yearly calendar refills from them, my pens – you name it, I buy it at Staples. Or rather, I BOUGHT it at Staples.
In the past couple of years, however, I have experienced more problems with their ink cartridges than ever.
THREE TIMES I have purchased what I thought were BRAND NEW ink cartridges. THREE TIMES I have brought home empty ink cartridges. Twice I've brought them back to the store. The third time I didn't. I'm tired of taking trips back to the store and bringing ink cartridges that should have been full.
I will no longer shop at Staples.
Sad thing is, Staples used to be one of my favorite stores for supplies. They have lost a customer FOREVER! As far as I'm concerned, they have lowered their standards.
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STAPLES is the subject of my first attack blog. Many times over the past several years I have shopped at Staples for everything from folders and paper to ink cartridges and more. I purchase my yearly calendar refills from them, my pens – you name it, I buy it at Staples. Or rather, I BOUGHT it at Staples.
In the past couple of years, however, I have experienced more problems with their ink cartridges than ever.
THREE TIMES I have purchased what I thought were BRAND NEW ink cartridges. THREE TIMES I have brought home empty ink cartridges. Twice I've brought them back to the store. The third time I didn't. I'm tired of taking trips back to the store and bringing ink cartridges that should have been full.
I will no longer shop at Staples.
Sad thing is, Staples used to be one of my favorite stores for supplies. They have lost a customer FOREVER! As far as I'm concerned, they have lowered their standards.
If you would like to read more from this author, click any of the following links:
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Saturday, May 14, 2011
A Blind Man Taught Me To See
When you GIVE, do you also expect to RECEIVE? My Product Favorite for today's blog is unselfish giving.
I was applying for a job downtown Chicago on Michigan Avenue just north of the Chicago River. My train took me to Chicago's lower level where I would have to climb the stairs to get to street level.
One day, as I was leaving the train, a blind man grabbed me by my elbow and asked me if I would mind taking him up the stairs and across the street. Though he had a white cane, I was suspicious.
"I have a job interview," I told him. "I might be late, and I'm not sure where I'm going."
"I'll point you in the right direction if you'll just take me up to street level," he offered.
With some hesitation, I agreed to take him.
Lower Michigan Avenue was filled with potholes and my blind partner, clinging gently to my elbow, warned me of each impending hole before we got to it. I was surprised by how easily he maneuvered his way through lower Michigan Avenue and was beginning to wonder if he was scamming me. I thought maybe he had an ulterior motive.
But we reached Michigan Avenue and he pointed to a building across the street, my destination. He walked away with a smile and a wave after thanking me and left me standing in place for a while as I watched him tap his cane from side to side on the pavement in front of him while he walked away.
A stranger had asked me to extend him some time and I had tried to brush him off with an excuse that I didn't think I had enough time to give to him – all because I was afraid I would miss my appointment.
In the decades since that event, I have found myself giving my time to other people – people I love, people who mean something to me, and sometimes, again, to complete strangers. All I ever hope to get is a simple thank you, and I get it.
But I know others who are filled with rage because they feel they are giving more than they are receiving. They complain about giving, giving, and giving some more when they receive nothing in return.
They often overextend themselves and regret giving without receiving. But maybe they are giving more than they are capable of giving, and they are disappointed when they don't "receive" in the same measure as they give.
My mother always taught me never to extend cash or gifts if I expected to receive anything in return. If somebody asked to borrow something, Mom instructed me to give it without expecting it back. I have lived by her wise words.
Then again, because of my financial situation, the ONLY thing I can give is my time, and I find that though giving my time to somebody else takes away time from myself, the people who benefit from my act of giving are not only the receivers of my time, but also of myself.
I spend the majority of my days watching children, but those children provide me with the bulk of my blogs. Also, while I was raising my children, my parents and one of my sisters helped me every week for several years so that my children would have a home, clothing, and food to eat.
They never expected anything in return and I am eternally grateful to them for allowing me to stay in my home and to raise my children.
Lots of people gave to me and my family in the name of love. The following email, which I received from a friend of mine, Cathy Hyman, is an example of someone who gave something and received something unexpected in return. The next time you give of yourself, remember this email:
"There was a blind girl who hated herself because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her. She told her boyfriend, 'If I could only see the world, I will marry you.'
One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her. When the bandages came off, she was able to see everything, including her boyfriend.
He asked her, 'Now that you can see the world, will you marry me?' The girl looked at her boyfriend and saw that he was blind. The sight of his closed eyelids shocked her. She hadn't expected that. The thought of looking at them the rest of her life led her to refuse to marry him.
Her boyfriend left in tears and days later wrote a note to her saying: 'Take good care of your eyes, my dear, for before they were yours, they were mine.'"
If you would like to read more from this author, click any of the following links:
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I was applying for a job downtown Chicago on Michigan Avenue just north of the Chicago River. My train took me to Chicago's lower level where I would have to climb the stairs to get to street level.
One day, as I was leaving the train, a blind man grabbed me by my elbow and asked me if I would mind taking him up the stairs and across the street. Though he had a white cane, I was suspicious.
"I have a job interview," I told him. "I might be late, and I'm not sure where I'm going."
"I'll point you in the right direction if you'll just take me up to street level," he offered.
With some hesitation, I agreed to take him.
Lower Michigan Avenue was filled with potholes and my blind partner, clinging gently to my elbow, warned me of each impending hole before we got to it. I was surprised by how easily he maneuvered his way through lower Michigan Avenue and was beginning to wonder if he was scamming me. I thought maybe he had an ulterior motive.
But we reached Michigan Avenue and he pointed to a building across the street, my destination. He walked away with a smile and a wave after thanking me and left me standing in place for a while as I watched him tap his cane from side to side on the pavement in front of him while he walked away.
A stranger had asked me to extend him some time and I had tried to brush him off with an excuse that I didn't think I had enough time to give to him – all because I was afraid I would miss my appointment.
In the decades since that event, I have found myself giving my time to other people – people I love, people who mean something to me, and sometimes, again, to complete strangers. All I ever hope to get is a simple thank you, and I get it.
But I know others who are filled with rage because they feel they are giving more than they are receiving. They complain about giving, giving, and giving some more when they receive nothing in return.
They often overextend themselves and regret giving without receiving. But maybe they are giving more than they are capable of giving, and they are disappointed when they don't "receive" in the same measure as they give.
My mother always taught me never to extend cash or gifts if I expected to receive anything in return. If somebody asked to borrow something, Mom instructed me to give it without expecting it back. I have lived by her wise words.
Then again, because of my financial situation, the ONLY thing I can give is my time, and I find that though giving my time to somebody else takes away time from myself, the people who benefit from my act of giving are not only the receivers of my time, but also of myself.
I spend the majority of my days watching children, but those children provide me with the bulk of my blogs. Also, while I was raising my children, my parents and one of my sisters helped me every week for several years so that my children would have a home, clothing, and food to eat.
They never expected anything in return and I am eternally grateful to them for allowing me to stay in my home and to raise my children.
Lots of people gave to me and my family in the name of love. The following email, which I received from a friend of mine, Cathy Hyman, is an example of someone who gave something and received something unexpected in return. The next time you give of yourself, remember this email:
"There was a blind girl who hated herself because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her. She told her boyfriend, 'If I could only see the world, I will marry you.'
One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her. When the bandages came off, she was able to see everything, including her boyfriend.
He asked her, 'Now that you can see the world, will you marry me?' The girl looked at her boyfriend and saw that he was blind. The sight of his closed eyelids shocked her. She hadn't expected that. The thought of looking at them the rest of her life led her to refuse to marry him.
Her boyfriend left in tears and days later wrote a note to her saying: 'Take good care of your eyes, my dear, for before they were yours, they were mine.'"
If you would like to read more from this author, click any of the following links:
Your Weird Dreams
Your Blog Connection
Help For Single Parents
My Heart Blogs To You
Writing Creatively
Paranormal Minds
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Theresa Wiza's Blog
My Associated Content Articles
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Sunday, May 1, 2011
Softsoap Pink Grapefruit Splash Body Wash
As somebody who likes to try new products, I have discovered that no matter how many products I try, I tend to go back to my favorites.
And so it is with body washes. My favorite Spring and Summer body wash is Softsoap's Pink Grapefruit Splash. My oldest daughter introduced me to it years ago, and though I try others every now and then, and though I use a different one during the winter, I always go back to the Pink Grapefruit Splash Body Wash every Spring.
Word of caution: when you shop for it, don't ask for Softscrub – as I did – it's a completely different product with a completely different purpose.
Softsoap's Pink Grapefruit Splash Body Wash is the most refreshing body wash I've ever tried. And it truly does smell like pink grapefruit. If you're looking for a refreshing body wash, you have got to try Softsoap's Pink Grapefruit Splash Body Wash. (I'm starting to sound like a commercial.)
Softsoap's Pink Grapefruit Splash Body Wash is the most refreshing body wash I've ever tried. And it truly does smell like pink grapefruit. If you're looking for a refreshing body wash, you have got to try Softsoap's Pink Grapefruit Splash Body Wash. (I'm starting to sound like a commercial.)
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