Other Good Eggs on the Interwebs

These are in alphabetical order, as I am at a loss as to how I would otherwise categorize them. Please feel free to jump around… don’t let the middle or the bottom get lonely.

~LiLu

“So what are you going to find here? There isn’t a short list. This place is a conversation. Sarcastic? Yes. Witty? Hopefully. There will be made-up words, genuine sentiment, great puns, shiny objects and media all over the place; all, of course, in the voice of a Jersey kid.”

“i ramble. a lot. you’ve been warned.”

“This is the blog on the life of Kellie: obssessive shopper, social butterfly, animal lover, up & coming home improvement wiz and wife of an ADHD Flattrack racer.”

“Chelsea is a wine lush and a sucker for chi chi boutique hotels, though just as willing to go on an adventure that involves near death, sweating and racing hearts. Blogging is her therapist, music is her soul and having a plethora of stories to tell at the end of her life is mission. Don’t be shocked if she bursts into choreographed dance in public, life would be much more fun if it were a musical.”

“I LOVE being in my mid-30s, spending time with my girlfriends, and living in the city. Maybe I’ll find Prince Charming someday. Maybe I won’t. But, these things I know for sure: I’ll have fun in the process, and this City Girl isn’t moving to the ‘burbs for anyone or anything.”

“hi, i’m alexa marinos and this is my blog about my life in cleveland, my friends, my family, and well, me.

hope you enjoy reading about the craziness that is my life. check out the link for me (as of today) in a nutshell.”

“Since this is my blog, I do what I want. That includes, but is not limited to, the zealous overuse of parentheses, rampant vampire fandom, and lots of reality TV commentary. Aside from that, I like to throw in random bits of melodramatic poetry, Hubs shenanigans, and anything else I find interesting. It’s eclectic up in here, yo.”

“Cheryl is Canadian, says ‘eh’ a lot, but does not live in an igloo, or own a beaver, and yes, her sled dogs will, without a doubt, bite the hell out of you.

She can accept being called C but not Cher, because “Cher” reminds her of both a blonde, badly dressed bimbo, and an old woman who has gotten so much plastic surgery, she now looks like Rosie from the Jetsons.”

“First of all, a warning: I talk like a trucker, and may not be safe for work.  I might offend you, but I’m pretty sure I don’t care all that much.  Write me an email or leave me a comment about what an awful person I am – I’ve only been threatened with one knife-raping in my life, after all.”

“I am proud to be a blogger.  What’s that you say?  A blogger?

Yes, that’s right.  I’m not a WRITER.  This isn’t my muse, it isn’t my “artistic outlet”.  I blog because I’m hoping you’ll laugh so hard that milk (or whatever you’re drinking) comes out of your nose.”

“A professional photographer on her journey of weight loss and self discovery. The Blog? A random mixeration of weight, music, John Mayer, weight loss tips, news, and other goodies. Obsessed is just a word the lazy use to describe the dedicated.”

“Flipflops in the Rain does not condone the use of rain in our weather system. In addition to putting her in a bad mood, it gets her otherwise-perfectly-happy feet wet and knocks her world off kilter. … In essence, this blog is meant to capture her sunshine-y days, her stormy days and everything in between. If this blog were a genre of music, it’d be emo pop with some meowing and awesome stories thrown into the mix.”

“I do not understand: Why anyone cares what brand of clothing I wear, why so many people think a bra is a necessary clothing item, and why so many people assume a girl needs a boyfriend to be happy. Oh, and why some people enjoy doing math.”

“I’m a recently engaged, 25 year old, crazy curly haired SoCal girl who wears flip flops all the time and eats ice cream when it’s raining. I can’t do a cart wheel and aspire to attend the Academy Awards. I laugh at bad jokes and write about celebrities. My favorite color is yellow and I occasionally dance at my desk.”

“Yogi, writer, editor, reader. Lover of music, books, bare feet, blogs, conversation, autumn, Boston, the ocean, open arms. Daughter, sister, devoted friend, hopeful romantic. Seeking a little clarity in my yoga practice…and in life.”

“My name is Maxie and this is my pad. This blog is a chronicle of my life and all the things I love to hate.”

“One day I will sing a Pat Benatar song at karoake. That karaoke place will then cease to exist from the awesomeness.”

“This is a place to vent, to despair, to support, to be unbelievably corny. To hold ourselves accountable, be it record calories, ambitions, poundage, or ugly cries. The name of the game is get in shape, girls and boys… and we are: IN IT TO GYM IT.”

“Elizabeth Marie. Cali girl who left half her heart in London. Mid to late twenties. Obsessed with my hair. It’s Unbeweavable is my life…through pictures, ideas, hopes and dreams, mistakes, beauty and love. Oh yeah…and fashion. Lots.”

“JustRunJustLiveJustBe is an evolution of a blog I began in January 2006. I started the blog hoping to talk about running but soon realized that I had a whole lot more to say. The old blog was called JustRun. JustLiveJustBe came, mostly, from what this blog’s content has turned into over the last three years. That, and if nothing else, running, living and being are what I try to do. Sometimes I might even do it well.”

…I’m incredibly neurotic, terribly indecisive, don’t trust the government, hate pharmaceuticals, am a fan of chemical-free eating but can’t stop buying Ben & Jerry’s, plan to single handedly save Earth, want to punch people who hunt IN THE FACE, can’t not buy every office supply I walk past, would have married white chocolate truffles if I didn’t marry Sean first and make very little apologies for being exactly who I am.”

“I am the sole American who is not obsessed with Britney Spears or Brangelina. It’s lonely but I can take it. I am obsessed with finding a beautiful tropical beach where hubby and I can retire. Until then, I’ll be here sharing observations about the world around me.”

“My likes include bad reality television, leopard print, the wrong kind of men, extremely violent movies, Rufus Wainwright, backrubs, facial scars, my MacBook and sexual politics. I own more make-up than a tranny in a beauty pageant. I dislike picky eaters, unsolicited advice, the color brown, tardiness, the dentist, self importance and Sandra Bullock.”

“I’m the person on the bus that the crazy person 6 rows away desperately wants to make eye contact with and then bellow at. But then I also get very interesting personal stories from strangers on trains, and I love that kind of thing. I love to listen to other people’s stories, and I also love to tell my own.”

“Petite with a big personality. Sweet but ever so feisty. Always wanting change. Childlike in so many ways. Never wanting to grow up. Loving but sometimes very temperamental. Fickle but humorous.”

“I am the undisputed worldwide authority on issues that affect short, middle-aged, undersexed men who happen to live at my exact street address. I am the father of two small children who are slowly crushing my sanity into tiny pieces that they won’t pick up and leave on the floor for the dog to eat like everything else they play with. I’m a weightlifter with chicken legs, a Harley guy with bad balance, and an architect who can’t hang a picture without causing small fires. I believe in God because, honestly, this all has to be a joke…right?”

“I’ve written over 600 posts – some about what I’ve learned in school, some about my dogs’ overzealous bowel movements (not pictured above but she’s cute too), some about thinking that I’m fat, some about hating children, some written while drunk and many about finding humour in my life and the people in it. … This is me hitting the pause button to cut the shit and the pressure and just reintroduce myself to the people who have been here since the start and to the newcomers who just popped by.”

“I am: a voracious reader; a tone-deaf showtune addict; painfully shy wry-observer type; addicted to planning and hosting elaborate theme parties; a retired bartender; always ready to invent an impromptu drinking game (and beat your pants off at it); kind of elitist; deeply whimsical; ready for something more in my life.”

“I have a passion for punctuation. I know all the words to Shoop (and I’m not afraid to sing them to a bar full of people). I cuss in front of children and old people. I have seen every episode of Star Trek TNG (three times). I read at least a book a week. I laugh with little kid abandon. I do not think your kid is cute (probably).”

“I have always wanted to work at a grocery store. I used to play supermarket with my great grandmother, ringing up her items on a fake cash register. I love cash registers. I often think of getting a part time job as a cashier, just for the hell of it.”

“I write for Good Mom/Bad Mom on the Houston Chronicle but I need an uncensored space to say the f-word and talk about ninjas.  If you know me in real life you might not want to be here.  … Victor is my husband.  Hailey is my 5-year-old.  Barnaby Jones Pickles is my pug.  Pluto is a planet in spite of what you may have heard.”

“I moved from Denver in September of 2008, and got married in January 2009. I work in Indiana but I play in Chicago. I love to cook and eat out, read, play games (board games, card games, puzzles), and I’ve very recently become hopelessly addicted to Wii sports. We travel pretty often, mostly to Denver, but not quite often enough. I miss my friends and family, but I’m adjusting to my new life here, a thousand miles away.”

“I am the restaurant refugee.  After spending several years as a general manager running notable restaurants in the Washington, DC area, I fled the more than occasionally toxic environments that many restaurants have become.

This blog began as the urgent need to vent about a romantically painful experience.  I have no idea what it will become nor am I quite sure that anyone should be interested in reading my future musings.”

“The opening credits fade and we find our protagonist, a human female, on the last leg of her later 20′s. Lets observe her quest to become the independent person she remembers herself being as an child, with the self-confidence she possessed as a teenager, and the sense of adventure she had in her early 20′s.”

“I live in a shoebox in downtown Toronto.  Sometimes I like to write about the things that I see and experience and share it with my friends. There is only one rule for this blog – express yourself coherently, disagree if you must, but always play nice with the other kids.”

“When I was little the moon used to follow behind our car at night. Our neighbor had a bathtub in the front yard. I thought that would be cool. My earlobes are attached.”