Have you ever sent a post out into the blogosphere, absolutely convinced it was going to be Freshly Pressed? And then it wasn’t?
I’ve asked some fantastic bloggers to select the post that had them muttering,”THIS One Should Have Been Freshly Pressed.” A new blogger is featured each week to receive the coveted Freshly Pegged distinction. Participants will be awarded a genuine, simulated “Freshly Pegged” JPEG badge, suitable for posting in a place of honor on their blogs. Or not.
Be sure to read all the great Freshly Pegged offerings to date. But before you do, let’s check out…
As if it wasn’t bad enough to name an award after myself, now I am giving it to me. I know what you’re thinking, and I don’t blame you. Even I am disgusted by this latest move.
In my defense, this really has less to do with ego than it does with a lack of organization. Due to my poor communication skills and a tendency to do everything at the last minute, the good stuff I HOPED to present fell though and I wound up with bupkes. Instead of one of the uber-talented bloggers you’ve come to expect in this space, you’ve got moi.
I’m so ashamed.
I had to sort through my WordPress files quick-like-a-bunny to come up with something to post. My How The Hell Did WordPress Miss THIS Gem? sub-file contains 350 out of the 356 posts I have written to date, so it was a daunting task. But no amount of blog-slogging is too much to ask when it’s for my readers. That’s how much I love you.
And so I am proud/chagrined to present this-here post. Again.
Men and women don’t see the same world.
I’m not saying one vision is better than the other – they’re just different. I also don’t pretend to represent Every Woman, but I suspect this will sound familiar to many. Now that we’ve got the disclaimers out of the way…
The following is a true and faithful account of a real-life event. Come with me now on a roller coaster ride through the female brain. Mine.