I am not all that big usually on those “True Confession” web sites, and now there are plenty of them to go around, but I have to admit that for a small while I was enjoying peeking in on the confessions of other Dads at True DadConfessions. If I don’t get anything done this afternoon, I will tell my boss to blame Wendy, since she found it first.
Now this one takes a long route here, as it was apparently first a planned post by Velveteen Mind (a recent addition to my blogroll) , but was “stolen” by Suburban Oblivion (no not really), and then I thought I would just throw in my couple of copper pennies in. Long story short (oh stop), if you get invited to participate in this so-called Blogging to Fame (I’m liking to Sara’s post, not Blogging to Fame) , either a. pass or b. Take a long serious look before you register. It won’t take long looking over the website before you will draw the same conclusion that this thing doesn’t pass the smell test. It wasn’t helped any with a reply to Suburban Oblivion where they tried to “correct” her with… well with nothing but sort of a “we are too legitimate… but won’t tell you how or why” type of response.
I’m sure I am not breaking any new ground by mentioning Woulda Coulda Shoulda. But I have to tell you, if you are even thinking of moving, selling a home, buying a home, etc. Just reading the fiascos she and her newly betrothed are dealing with, will certainly make even the most masochistic person think twice.
Playgroups are No Place for Children deserves mention just for the name alone. But as it turns out, Jennifer isn’t a bad read either. (a definite bonus if you read blogs I would say.)