Is it tacky to wish ones self a happy birthday? Well, it’s not MY birthday (that’s in February, in case you want to send a present). It’s my blog’s birthday. No today, but on this upcoming Sunday.
My blog would love a present. And that present would be to be named to the Forbes Best Career Website list. So, if you think this is one of the best websites for your career, I’d love it if you nominated me.
You can do this in three ways:
- Click on the link above and leave a comment
- Send an email to careerwebsites@forbes.com
- Send a tweet to @JacquelynVSmith
I will love you forever if you do this for me. (Of course, I already do, but not like that creepy Robert Munsch book where the mom crawls into her grown son’s window and rocks him. That would be a serious boundary violation. My love for you will remain strictly professional.)
I nominated you!
Thank you! I nominated you too, of course.
Done! Happy Blogbirthday “und viel glueck fuer der Forbes bestekarrierewebsiteliste!” (please do NOT show that to your German-speaking Swiss friends – they will LTAO at the “gebrochen Deutsch”!)
Danke viel mal <-- Swiss German. Ich verstehe schlect Deutsch besser als gut Deutsch. :>)
Love your articles!
Thank you!
Happy Birthday!!!!!
Happy birthday! I voted for you. 🙂
Also, re the book: eww. I watched a movie from the 1970s called The Baby with a grown man-baby, who had a weird mother and two weird sisters. It was very, very strange but actually kind of good.
I’m not sure I could bring myself to watch such a thing.
Do you find that book to be very good, but just that one awkward part, or do you find the whole book to be weird? I actually appreciate the book overall but found your reference to it very, very funny.
I find the whole book to be weird. I get that it’s mean to be sweet, but it’s just too far over the edge. I agree that nothing is sweeter than looking at your little child sleeping, but no mother in her right mind would pick up a sleeping two year old just to rock him. That would result in a very bad night for all involved.
I’m glad you thought it was funny!
I read the book to my boys last night, just for fun. And they are 28 and 25 years old. Okay that last part was made up.