Friday, October 7, 2005

FAVORITE PHOTOS, and other journals.

It has come to my attention that some of you folks may not be aware that I have a few other journals here in the great halls of AOL.  I have them all listed (at least the ones I'll admit to) there in my [Other Journals] column but let me just mention them again here. 

There's my photo journal Through The Eyes of the Beholder (where I post my more serious pictures so as not to oversaturate you all here), my Bloggers Anonymous (sort of a support group for other journal-addicts like myself), my hunting journal... Treestand Ramblin' and Other Tall Tales (this one is more about Dickidoo than anything else) and finally my Letters to Gabe, which was started when my oldest son left for Basic training last fall.  Now with him in Iraq I continue to post letters from myself, family, and friends and he reads them when ever he can get to a computer, which is getting harder now that he's in the hot-zone.

I want you all to know that I take my blogging very seriously.  I have sacrificed precious time that could have (and perhaps even should have) been spent cleaning the house or on employment of some sort, however, I chose instead to spend my time hitting the keyboard to provide this invaluable community service for you.  Sit back, relax, enjoy, and really, no thanks are necessary.  As always, it is my pleasure.  (Besides, I can always get the Oompas to do my housework before Dickidoo comes home.)

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

Absolutely! Employ the Oompas to their best ability. AND make them sing fun songs!
Peace and love,
Charley
http://journals.aol.com/CDittric77/Courage

Anonymous said...

Oh, thanks are necessary.  You brighten my life!

Anonymous said...

Great pictures, I enjoyed each one! I love all your journals, you have great talent...but most of all so darn funny, I always enjoy visiting you..it's a real treat and I always leave laughing at something you've said. I've enjoyed many a sandwich sitting here reading your entries!  You've always been a favorite of mine and I'd like you to know I voted for your journal in the vivi awards...

Anonymous said...

I love your blogs!  They always brighten my day, especially this one and your photo one :-)

Anonymous said...

Dorn, reading your journal always makes me laugh and gives me a new and much needed perspective :)
Hugs,
xoxo
Heather

Anonymous said...

I am definitely a journal addict, so guess I need to check out your Bloggers Anonymous journal too.  Will I find help there for my addiction, I wonder.  I love your wonderful sense of humor.  You slay me, girlfriend.

Love and prayers for Gabe and you,
Susan
http://journals.aol.com/rjet33/CountryLivingSouthernStyle

Anonymous said...

Dorn, I waiting to be kidnapped and plied with Corona anyday now, neighbor.  

Anonymous said...

A clean house is a sign of a wasted life.  A journal is a way of touching others and not getting arrested.  lol  Thank you for making my day.
Dianne

Anonymous said...

love the pics, but that crane looks pissed...lol

Anonymous said...

Love reading all of them:)

Deb

Anonymous said...

I love all your blogs Dorn and have each and every one of them on alerts. When I cleaned out my alerts down to the bare minimum (putting all the extra journals into a favorites folder to be read when time actually permits), every one of yours got left in ;)   It sure is nice opening up my e-mail and not having well over 100 alerts waiting there accusingly <LOL>
http://journals.aol.com/astaryth/AdventuresofanEclecticMind

Anonymous said...

Hi friend. I love your journal. I don't usually do this but this is important. I have created a new journal. It is about and for the disabled. It has journals of people who are disabled (not many, I just started) and websites that can give people useful information about their condition. Please come and read the first entry and help me spread the word. If you know someone who could benefit from this, send them. If you know a website that would be useful, let me know. I want to help people like myself. So they won't feel alone. Thank you, Tammy.