I've Been Double-Schmoozed

In one week, two people got the impression I'm a schmoozer. True, I involve myself in the blogging community but that's only because it's either that or doing the laundry. And I hate doing the laundry. I hate folding more than anything. That guy in the schmooze picture, my arm looks a lot like that, only my tattoo doesn't say schmooze but revenge.

Anyway, before we all move on to the next post, which I promise will include a picture of a penis, I'd like to thank Shelli and MoonDanzer for their much appreciated support. I do believe in commenting and in blogging in general (although I've always had a problem with the word blog), and I'm always grateful when someone comes here and leaves a comment, so to have two people show their support with this schmooze award feels good.

And thanks, Larry from Let's Talk About It, for offering another tag that I can't do because I did a similar one recently.

First, some cut-and-paste:

1. If, and only if, you get the Thinking Blogger Award or The Power of Schmooze Award, write a post with links that make you think, or have schmoozed you into submission.
2. Link to this post and Mike so that people can easily find the exact origin of the meme.
3. Optional: Proudly display the “Thinking Blogger Award” or the “Power of Schmooze Award” with a link to the post that you wrote (here is alternative silver version if gold doesn’t fit your blog.

Now, let me look for my next victims:

• Dan at Cafe Leone - I know I've tagged you before but if anyone deserves a schmooze award it's you, for continually supporting other blogs on your site.
• Dave at Wandering the Ether - I know you're taking the time off, but since you take time off yet still find time to comment on others' blogs you're helping the blogging community and deserve to have this little blue rectangle on your site.

And spreading the love to my three new links:

• Kali at Out of Focus
• ajooja at ajooja
• and Leisel at Dead Man's Honda.

As usual, all of you are free to ignore this tag and move on with your lives as if nothing happened. But someday, somehow, you will regret it. And then you will cry. And guess who will not be there to offer a sturdy shoulder? Me.

Seriously. I know some people have their blog schedule organized and then someone comes and gives them a tag and they wish they could simply ignore it--so feel free to ignore it. Luckily for me, though, the only thing I had planned for my next post is a picture of a penis, and that can wait.

Until next time--don't forget, a picture of a penis!