Schmoozin'
Amanda over at It's All About the Walls (her subtitle is "...there is no way to viably paint your house with explosives..." *snicker*) nominated me for the Power of Postitive Schmoozing Award.
Any time I get nominated for anything, I think, "Nah, not me." But I'll play. Cuz I know real Schmoozers.
I believe that this says it best: “As it goes, schmoozing is the natural ability 'to converse casually, especially in order to gain an advantage or make a social connection.' Good schmoozers effortlessly weave their way in and out of the blogosphere, leaving friendly trails and smiles, happily making new friends along the way. They don’t limit their visits to only the rich and successful, but spend some time to say hello to new blogs as well."
Now, I am, shall we say, socially retarded. I'm brutally honest and I don't think before I speak. That's why I love the internet. I can (and do, on a daily basis) read the comments I've typed, decide they're retarded, and not hit the "publish this comment" button.
But some people manage to comment all over the blogosphere almost every day, and never sound retarded. I envy them. They are truly the Schmoozers. And these ones are the ones that Schmooze with me the best.
Mielikki at First Do No Harm is like that friend who calls you every day just to say hi and make you smile. Plus her blog is great. (I almost comment on it all the time. Sometimes I actually click the "publish" button.)
Joeymom at Life With Joey is the reason I don't strangle my stepdaughter. She is my calming influence in the stormy life that is pseudo-parenthood. Her insight (and comments) are like a big cyber-hug.
Nurse K at Crass-Pollination not only schmoozes with me, she schmoozes with the big dogs, and sometimes, when the big dogs take exception to her schmoozing, she takes out her huge brass balls and bashes them over the head with them. We should all take notes.
AD already tagged Loving Annie, but that just proves she's a great schmoozer.
OK. That's all the schmoozing I can do for now. I'll swing by everyone's blogs and (maybe) comment a bit later.
7 comments:
Sometimes, when the big dogs take exception to her schmoozing, she takes out her huge brass balls and bashes them over the head with them.
Sometimes NURSING THUGS gotta reg-u-late and DO SOME DAMAGE wiff ours BRASS BALLZ. There are some jobs where da BANDAGE SCISSORZ 'o DEF juss ain't enuff to keep DA PIZZLE. When NURSING THUGS wield da BRASS BALLS, peeps shut they's moufs and say "yes, my queen, you's right" or run away an hide and shake in da corner.
Thanks! I think, uh, yeah. Thanks!
Awwwww, Monkeygirl, thank you !!!!
And without having read this first 'cause I've been awol for a few days, I tagged you/awarded you for this last night !
Great minds think alike !
***HUGS HUGS HUGS*** I tagged you something, too. ;)
Thanks for thinking of me! :)
Here I am an old nurse, who only had cotton balls, loving all your courage and pointed medical observations. You can schmooze me any old time. I find some of my best reading on your blogroll. I found you by checking out Nurse K --- just living vicariously through a couple of great minds!
Well here's a random schmooze from me to you. Hope all is well.
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