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If You Can't Beat 'Em, Join 'Em

When I first started this blog, I did it to have a creative outlet. I was very tired of spending my days writing about my B2B employer's leading innovative solutions.  I never had any goals for this blog about making money from selling ads or any type of sponsorship.

Along the way I heard about these very savvy women bloggers known as the mommy bloggers, a term some embraced, others decried but all were willing to have tattooed on their a$$ if it meant a free trip to Blogher.

I kept hearing about the trips, the clothes, the free toys, the Twitter parties with giveaways and finally I said to myself and my good friend and fellow blogger M, maybe we're doing this wrong.

One day, on a lark, I signed up for Mom Select, a company that connects mommy bloggers and companies. I thought it would be good research for my career. I also used career research as the excuse for applying for my very first mommy blogger adventure--becoming a Soft Scrub Club Captain.

Well, Big Butter Jesus on toast (this phrase may be copyrighted by Soy Boy Mama), they picked me.

As Bugs Bunny would say--and oh God, most of the mommy bloggers are too young to have seen Bugs Bunny--if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

So stay tuned. I took pictures of my filthy sink.

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  1. Helle
    I saw your blogg and i get happy to see this .
    Now i want your help about the creating the blog.
    I m tryiny but i have a reply mail from google that we can't accept your request beacuse there is unacceptable web conntents.
    pla help me in the creating a corect blog for earning the mony


    Regards

    Uzair Hassan

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