My first time....

blogging that is. My daughter and her friends all blog but I am forbidden from reading them. She reluctantly tells me that I can but really means "Hell, no."

I am therefore alone in the world of blog. Friendless, a newbie, the new new kid on the block. Can you be the new kid on the block when you are 48? Maybe.

Doodledash is my name. I love it. I stumbled across it one day when I was looking in a Super Thesaurus that I have. I was trying to find some words for 'write' or 'scribble.' Doodle, dash, etc were listed and I was looking for an email address at the time that was fun and me. Doodledash just seemed to be perfect. So Doodledash I became. I googled doodledash and found someone played a clown they named Doodledash. There aren't many of us around.

What's it like to be in the world of blogs? Is it fun? Is it interesting? I guess I will learn.

I read one of Kim Komando's Daily Tips which said you can make money blogging. I may have to check that out more.

Well it is time to retire for the evening and put my keyboard to bed.

Goodnight and may the bedbugs nibble a little.

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Doodledash said…
I am very proud of my daughter and glad that she is such a wonderful friend and person. I know she really cares about Dane and I am glad she has him for a friend.
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