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Ebay here I come!

I’ve been toying around with different ways to earn my keep here online and there is a massive amount of information on how to do just that. The problem is that most of them cost you money to begin with and I’m more of an ‘I can do this myself’ kind of girl. Just point me in the right direction and I’ll read and study and learn it all by myself. This past week I’ve felt like I’ve gone back to school and am studying full time! (Oy vay such a headache I’ve got!)

I’ve created a SAT prep blog and an SEO marketing blog where I shamelessly promote books and learning courses and the like. I’ve made a little bit, which has only whetted my appetite for learning more.

Now I’ve ventured into ebay and came up with a great idea that I hope might fly. It’s here on ebay if you’d like to see my latest endeavor.

Ah well, this is keeping me off the streets and mostly out of trouble.


  1. eek! I'm here too! really!

    someone has been BUSY. dang. i wish i could access the ebay site but my browser gets all in a bunch. what is it??

  2. There you go again disappointing me.
    I was thinking I could bid for you on ebay. What am I going to do with my eight dollars 62 cents now?

  3. FN, I'm offering to write personalized ebooks for children. I'm sorry you can get on ebay. It's addicting!

    Vicus darling, you may bid all you want but you know my heart belongs to that wicked git Tommy. Where is he these days btw?

  4. He's off with 20 of his other imaginary friends, I guess. You are much better off without him.
    And, just to be clear, I was going to use you as a domestic slave rather than as a sex object. I do have certain moral standards.


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