That's how I blogroll...

Blogging is a cruel, cruel world.


You are on a blogroll one minute, and axed from it the next.


Sorry dear Thirsty Pretzel, I'm No Belle, and Bunco friend.


If you don't update for a month (I hope you are still alive Amy)

...or if I don't personally know you and you don't update for 3 weeks (Whatevah Scarlett)

...or if I never get comments from you and I'm not on your blogroll either (Sweet Bunco friend)


Well, you may now exit the runway.


To all the blogs I've loved before:


You are not exempt either. I'm fickle. And it's my blog and I will snuff out your torch without taking a vote.


So who is on my blogroll?

Well...friends that I know and who often comment. Friends who don't comment as much as I wish they would...and friends that begged me to put them there. (Just kidding girlie...I was glad to do it.)


I've also included links to people I don't know, but who have passed the "can my kid read this" test.

There are so many more out there that I would like to share with you all, but if I were to do that...well, I'm afraid of the stormtroopers that would one day come looking for those haunting images on my computer. (Uh hum, Hallie. I've seen truth on your blog that Jack Nicholson couldn't handle.) And I love Hallie. She is the friend in high school that all of the nerdy (Maid) girls wanted to hang out with, but had to lie to their mother about. Oh, and she probably had cigarettes in her purse. She does, after all, show us girls parts of the world wide web that we had only heard urban legends about. I wish I was the free spirit that is the Wonderful World of Wieners. (Disclaimer: if you are under the age of 18, please get your parents permission before going to this or any other blog site.)

The others on my blogroll are either mutual admiration societies (Love me some Happy Mommy and Bogart)...we read, we comment, and I don't like to miss a day....OR, someone on whom we have a bloggy crush...or wish we were invited to their bounce houses in the back yard because they are that cool. (Poop and Boogies)

Oh, and one more category...the sistah hood...the girls that have your back. Some you know, some you don't. Some you feel like you know because you are in their business daily. You would mail them their favorite Starbucks or a pregnancy test because you want that for them too...or you would stop, drop, and pray for their needs. (And sometimes do!)

It's a curious thing, this little blogmall. With the click of the mouse I can window shop (lurker), stop in and buy something (commenter), or have a frequent shopper card (blogroll em).

Thanks to all of you who are a part of my blogmall...strolling the shops with me, trying on shoes with me and telling me which ones to buy, and those of you who publicly declare that you go to the mall with me...and say "Hey, you oughtta know this girl...she's the bomb shizz" as my 15 year old son so often says. (I guess "the bomb" just isn't cool enough anymore. )

Oh, and if ever you want me to add you to my blogroll...well, let me know. I will email you an application...and as soon as I receive your processing fee, we'll be in business. (Just kidding...I can't be bought...unless you count brownies, comments, or hyperlinks!)

Have a great week, and let me know if you have any great blogsites to check out. I have shopped all over this dang mall, and sometimes only your friends can tell you about the bargain basement or the screamin' deals! :)

The Maid-shizz (You know, I hope that is not slang for a swear word??? Son??)