ALL THE WAY TO DOUGLAS!

By the Mighty Mumford

I had couscous and burritos,

Thhe garlic had over-magnitoed…

I added more

Just to ensure,

It would tingle my toes!

One whiff and I wonder why

I added more on the sly…

Have to admit

I’m done with it,

Garlic fumes are too high.

Maybe add more couscous,

Without extra garlic in use…

Enough to say

It blew me away,

And all through the extra couscous!

–Jonathan E, Caswell

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Monetizing Your Blog: Four Ideas to Consider

The Daily Post

Blogging consistently and building an audience can be hard, time-consuming work, so it’s no surprise that many people would like to see a return on their efforts. While monetizing your site is almost never easy, it doesn’t have to be a mystery, either.

Here are four ways to earn money from your site that have worked well on WordPress.com blogs and websites.

WordAds

Impressions is the measurement of how often an ad has displayed for a visitor on your site.

If you’ve been interested in running ads on your site, you may have heard about programs like AdSense, Chitika, or Infolinks. These can be useful to sites with a general focus, but they rely on millions of impressions to be profitable. They can be difficult to configure, and the software that powers them often slows your site down.

Don’t have a custom domain name yet? Check out one of our plans!

Since…

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5 Random Thoughts I’ve Had Today #62

How To Get Things Done in 10 Ways

My weekly post for some entertainment; for myself and all of you!

1. This week I learned that all of my Maui prep back during the first half of the year is gone. Completely. I’m so out of shape that my 10 lb dumbbells feel heavy!

2. This “fall” weather is currently a joke out here on the west coast. The days are still 90 degree weather! So I’m definitely jealous of all of you pulling out your sweaters and scarves. That just ain’t happening over here.

3. When I wake up and drive to work at 6 am, I’m wide awake. When I drive to work at 7 am, I’m exhausted. How does that work? Yesterday I came so close to pulling over to take a nap – on the way to work!

4. My arm fell asleep the other night. And I mean like COMPLETELY asleep. Like I…

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My Wife Is An Animal

A Holistic Journey

Blue = Mr.  Black = Mrs.

Listen to this, the 2014 Reader’s Digest: “LIMIT ARGUMENTS TO THREE MINUTES. John Gottman of the University of Washington found that the most important points in any argument can be found in the first three minu–
I’d LOVE that! I’ll hold up three fingers to signal time’s up and you have to stop being pissed.
— after that people often repeat themselves at higher decibels
.
*Guffaw*


Do you ever get tired of hearing that you’re right?
No.
Because I get tired of saying it.


If you missed Car Accident – in the Garage, one of the first posts on the Holistic Journey, don’t enjoy the prequel to the latest mishap too much. In a hurry getting out of the house last week, I somehow backed out of the garage before the door had rolled all the way up. The damage wasn’t…

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ORIGIN

The Raven's Nest

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It has to start somewhere.

You know it is a formidable journey ahead. Every day I see you going through the waves as they hit your flank. The dark liquid overflowing in me is shifting your moods, making you move where you never been even if you think you recognize the surroundings.

It is the past but in the future, it is familiar but never born.

You are in a new story and the old one can’t help you anymore. The lessons are to be learn again because the maps are unique even if familiar. Your compass doesn’t work on this ocean.

You have hit the road so many time and the sun looks and taste the same however you forget at each turn this ocean is new with new rules.

You quarrel a ghost in the innocent gaze of a newborn and the waves surrounding you drag you further…

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Crimson Stained

Poet Rummager

Photograph by Graham Stephen. Click HERE to visit and follow his blog!

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She stared at him sleeping –
watching his chest
rise and fall.

At times, she would rest
an ear over his heart –
listening.

Saying his name out loud
or whispering.
He didn’t hear her at all.

One day they found him –
not breathing.
Blood on the floor.

His razor covered in red.
He wanted to be with her –
they said.

In the corner of the room,
she held him close.
Their souls intertwined.

Her wispy fingers-
crimson stained.
He paid them no mind.

My poem was inspired by Merril’s amazing short story.

Click HERE to read The Blue Room!

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Advice

Perspectives on Life, the Universe and Everything

Be strong
sing the most valiant song
not before long
you will find, your redemption
to your satisfaction
Ignore the rest,
that pain, such hurt,
that kiss and his flirt
Listen to me
treat the past, like filthy dirt
washed up old shirt
Your future is bright
it will have joy and delight
be strong, carry on
kick the tyres,
rekindle fires
within you
to get you through
See to it
Be to it
just don’t ever
never never
Quit

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