Leap Blog is Coming

I feel like I've seriously dropped the ball. Next Wednesday is Leap Blog Day.  I haven't mentioned it once and even forgot to put this cute little frog on my sidebar.

The idea came from We Band of Mothers.  Surprisingly, it isn't about frogs at all. It's about guest posts and 'leaping' around to read some new stuff.   I'll be writing a post for another blog, and will have a guest poster here on mine.  I'm excited to do this, and to find some new blogs.

Thing is, while some bloggers write just for themselves, if you put in the effort to put it out there in cyberspace, you pretty much want someone to read what you write.  Makes you feel important. Makes you feel loved, in that non-creepy Internet kind of way.  So, I hope you'll read my blog that day, hop on over to where I post, and maybe jump around to some others.

Ribbit.

Comments

  1. JudyFebruary 25, 2012 at 6:00 PM

    Sounds like a ribbiting day :)

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  2. Masked MomFebruary 27, 2012 at 12:02 PM

    I'll be here...and there...looking forward to it.

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  3. NicoleFebruary 27, 2012 at 3:09 PM

    I have had my ball taken by a virus... So my lunch tomorrow is devoted to writing. Any guiding words? Where do I send my final draft?

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  4. Julie DeMilleFebruary 27, 2012 at 4:23 PM

    You can send it to my email address survivinglayton@gmail.com

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  5. LiaFebruary 27, 2012 at 9:28 PM

    So how do I know where your post will be posted? I don't know if I'll have time that day to read, but I'm game to read some new blogs.

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    1. Julie DeMilleFebruary 28, 2012 at 8:35 AM

      I'll put up the blog address where I'll be posting.

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