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The Bloggies

Until just a few months ago, I had no idea what a blog was. Now I'm writing my own, reading complete strangers', and voting for my faves. Odd. It's like reading someone's diary. On purpose. With their knowledge. And in many cases, they're more interesting than what's on the NYT Bestsellers list. Click this post's headline to read more about the Bloggies, a best-of-the-best in online journaling.

For those of you who have heard any of our Utah stories, check out Dooce.com. The woman who writes it not only got fired from her job for Blogging at work, but she also is a "recovering" Mormon and has quite the potty mouth. Plus, she has a daughter about the age of H, and it's a kick to read her take on parenthood.

Another one of my new favorites is at http://tequilamockingbird.blogspot.com. Mostly because of the name. But the author, a 30-something girl, is quite amusing and once in a while reminds me of...me. And I'm so doggoned entertaining...

A couple who didn't make the cut, but who I stumbled upon and am now glued to like eyes on a train wreck: http://justcassa.blogspot.com and http://sweetlethe.blogspot.com. These ladies, Cassa and Lethe, crack me up, make me cry occasionally, and inspire me to be a better friend. They have known each other since they were just tots. They live in Canada, Cassa's getting divorced, Lethe was a journalism major, they're 20-somethings with lots of angst—discuss amongst yourselves.

And for our little brush with fame, I'd invite you to check out http://thecounterpoint.blogspot.com. It's written by a friend of ours who got interviewed by Air America Radio recently and who now writes a column for the web site, Media Matters. The writer takes issue with just about everything Sinclair Broadcasting's veep Mark Hyman spouts about in his wacko right-wing daily editorials broadcast on all Sinclair TV stations across the country. We read with glee!

Check out the blogs and lemme know which ones tickle your fancy. And then start your own. Maybe I'll vote for YOU next year.

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