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This is a behind the scene look at spiltmilk ranch 

Howdy; Mouse and I were out there in the north pasture and we were looking at the fence. We notice that we need more posts. So we got in to a discussion about post how long they should be. Now mouse said that they should be long enough, and I said that how long is that.

Well this is not about fence posts. It’s about blog posts and how long a post should be. The answer is it depends on the type of blog and what you want to do. If you are just blogging to blog then make them as long as you want. However if you are trying to build a following and maybe a business, you should address this a bit.  I read a blog post the other day that took darn near three hours to read it was good and a bit technical with a lot of big words that you don’t run into in everyday conversation.

In radio, TV, broadcasting they budget the air time very closely.  TV and radio programming has program our attention spam to about fifteen minutes with three minutes of commercials in each segment. So how fast do you or the average person read? I have had some training about this and did some study on it. The good average for a post is about three hundred fifty words. The content is the first thing you should look at and pay attention too. Big words that are not common in everyday language should not be used. People won’t run and grab a dictionary to figure out what heck you are talking about. And if you make a habit of writing with big words and long post they won’t be back.

Ok, now I am launching something new here with this post. I am adding to the end of my post the top three blog post I have read for the day. This does not mean they are adhering to any of the forgoing info, but they are posts I found interesting.  So here are my picks for today: In no particular order:

http://www.everydaygyaan.com/2011/09/punctuality-is-necessary-or-overrated.html

http://bornstoryteller.wordpress.com/2011/09/24/for-the-creative-writer-in-you-a-challenge/

http://thecolorspectrum.blogspot.com/2011/09/someday.html

Thank you and God bless

lot of general stores

The following is another look at an article By Kriti Mukherjee and publish or posted here http://www.lassiwithlavina.com/24_7_talkischeap/a-fresh-off-the-boat-immigrants-me-time/html

It’s a good read and brings light to the dreaded FOBs.

It begins.

How did I get here? Where is this place? Its dark and forbidding a cavernous pit with creeping crawling slithering ghosts, a spider’s trap of cobwebs and shadows parading in review. Has time forgotten or is this now, a fantasies of nightmares and horrible fears. It approaches, I feel its hot breath as it come near, do I scream, and no it will find me. I chock the scream daring not to swallow. It cross over, its sliming slobber drool rolls down my cheek, do I dare breath, or it will  know I am here. Where can I run, if I only had a gun, maybe I could kill it, but there are more?

I see the clock on the wall, the windows and door, the half cup of coffee that has grown cold. I rub my arms, yes I am warm and alive, but how can I be here and there? If I could only hear a sound, a voice, see someone I know. Wait that’s me I was only three, there is a robin in the tree, here comes the postman his name is the same as me, and Trixie grandpa’s dog yapping out a greeting.  I am lost in time a forest of days, moments trapped in the cobwebs of my mine. If I were not alone or someplace back home, would it be there? These ghosts that taunt me and it that thing, that horrible thing it lashes at me leaving surging whelps, stinging cuts, biting gnawing ghosts from the past. If I go outside their there, staring looking at me as if I don’t exist, seeing thru me as if I am not there. Stranger passing by, don’t they know I am not from here or are they avoiding it, or does it have a hold on them?

I heard a sound, it’s the clock, it tick a minute has passed. Where have I been? I was just there for years, but only a minute has passed. I will open the door let in some air, maybe I can escape, will it let me?  The air smells different, it’s not the same, it does not smell of home. Ah maybe some music will quail the beast. The song, it’s my favorite, but something is wrong it does not sound the same, not like I remember.  Eat something, yes, that is it, I will eat some chocolate cake, no I must not.  It will hear and devour me.  What wrong with the clock, it does not move, has time stopped?  No I saw the hand move, I heard it tick.

Enough of this. I am going to face it. Who are you? What do you want from me? I am fear you FOB. I am you the one you call ME- time. I am just here to keep you company. There is nothing to fear but fear it’s self.

Thank you and God bless don't let me- time get you.

news flash 15 mim ago

Here it is the B-17 flyover

I got it. yahoo o!

Thank you for flying with me. and may God bless you

lot this moment

"A single photo – no words – capturing a simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember."

the Wee adopted from SouleMama which was introduced to me by Sarah-Jane. If you find yourself touched by a Moment and would like to participate, post your picture on a Friday and leave your link in the comments section.

the little one is Bailey it her bday she is two

thank you and god bless