I am a blog writer, but mostly I am a blog reader.
There are some amazingly talented writers out there. Some don't even mean to be great writers -- they just are. Case in point: Andi at Bitchy Pants. Andi's writing touches your heart.
Some are writers IRL and share their talent FOR FREE on the blogosphere. Niki at The Loaded Handbag is a writer and photographer and all-around creative renaissance woman. (God bless you Spell Check.) Nicki's writing touches your soul.
Some are just regular folks who like to make me laugh. At least I think that is their goal in life. Like Al at Penwasser Place. The more I read Al the more I wish he lived next door. Maybe Al would actually mow his lawn, which would be a double benefit.
The thing is, as wonderful as these blogs are, I can't always comment on them.
Not that I don't always HAVE comments on them. I just can't do it. Blogger won't let me.
It's probably because I am reading at home. When I comment at work, I rarely have problems. Not that I read blogs while I am at WORK you understand. I don't. Much.
As a blogger, I know how valuable comments are. I live for comments. When I write something I think is funny, I check it over and over to see if someone left a comment.
I read two great posts today. I really need to comment, but the settings won't let me. So I am going to comment here:
You think THOSE are man boobs? I need to introduce you to my dad.
The Loaded Handbag
First of all. . . .I LUV YOU NICKI! Your summer photos make me want to pack up and move to Boston today. I can taste the cucumbers and smell the flowers. Summer in South Texas is like winter in Chicago. There comes a time when you have to get inside and stay there for weeks.
Finally, I love you a little bit more today because of the red beads with the Cat in the Hat top. Accessories are what separates us from the lesser animals.
So Al, Nicki, Grams, Scout, Miss Sweet Tea and all my other blogpals - - I am reading. Please keep writing!