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But, there are differences between these forms of adverstising that the article &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.web-articles.info/e/a/title/Blog-advertising-versus-Web-Directories/"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1247813690_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Blog Advertising versus Web Directories"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; defines very clearly. This article relates Web Directories to using the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1247813690_2" style="border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;yellow pages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1247813690_3" style="border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;phone book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. It relates blog advertising to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1247813690_4" style="border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background- background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;product placement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in movies or on television. Then it explores which is the better form of advertising. The author's take on this point is that it depends on the nature of your business, with which I agree. However, it is then stated that if your business is more commodity based a web directory is better, and if your business is more service based or contains more of a 'human' element, then placement in a respectable blog is better. I might even agree with that to some extent. What I do not agree with is that finding a lawyer, for example, would be best suited to blog advertising. Web directories work best for those who have already decided to make a purchase. These folks are just looking for the appropriate company from which to purchase the item or service. Aren't there people out there actually looking for lawyers? I mean, when you need legal counsel do you just wait until someone's company name pops up in a blog and then think, "Oh! I should definitely give them a call. I need a lawyer!" Personally, I wouldn't wait. I thought that was a bad example. Sorry. No offense intended.&lt;br /&gt;I definitely agree that a combination of utilizing web directories as well as blog advertisments would be the ultimate key to product awareness. These forms of advertising are definitely complementary and can work together to draw more consumers to your product or service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578161863675515320-924618315541267254?l=www.ireneskorner.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/z8Qj4WVC3vzu5_5kjvaoTMYE6co/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/z8Qj4WVC3vzu5_5kjvaoTMYE6co/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTravelersMemoir/~4/Vlid3dpoWF8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ireneskorner.com/feeds/9029255233789134066/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578161863675515320&amp;postID=9029255233789134066" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578161863675515320/posts/default/9029255233789134066?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578161863675515320/posts/default/9029255233789134066?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTravelersMemoir/~3/Vlid3dpoWF8/easy-money-solutions.html" title="Easy Money Solutions" /><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490322726680917862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14778307036329209742" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ireneskorner.com/2009/03/easy-money-solutions.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMNRng9eSp7ImA9WxVXGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578161863675515320.post-4967273266220016019</id><published>2009-02-16T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:28:17.661-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-16T16:28:17.661-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Store Review" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2009" /><title>DON'T Shop at Sears!!!</title><content type="html">I encourage everyone not to shop at sears!!  The have the worse service EVER!  I thought I was getting a bargain purchasing my home appliance at their store.  They offer you rebate for their delivery which sounds very good for a lot of people.  This Sears I went to didn't provide me enough information about the delivery rebate and the expiration which causing me to lose my $65 mail-in-rebate.  The only information that was provided to me was the rebate address, there was no rebate form either or even a contact number for me to call. I called the rebate center and try to explain to them the situation but these people are ridiculously unhelpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the Manager, "Are you willing to lose good business with your customer you cannot help them redeem their rebate which first of all not your customer fault because there was no enough information provided about the rebate during purchase." Can you guess what she just told me?  I thought she is going to say 'NO' but what she said was 'YES because she couldn't help their customer about their $65 mail-in-rebate.  I told her, if that's the case you just lost my business.  I was planning to do some purchase equipments and other house appliances for my house but because of a very low customer service they have they just lost my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't encourage you to buy anything at Sears unless you have no other store options to go to.  If ever you want to purchase in the store make sure everything was clear.  Every single details matters specially if you are dealing with low quality customer service people that they hire. Which I think they don't even give training and just let them assist customers who spent good purchase money in the store&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578161863675515320-4967273266220016019?l=www.ireneskorner.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This is a very good read for couples who are still keep trying to work a lot of things out because of disagreements and misunderstanding.  Even your very serious relationship just began or been together for many years there's always something to disagree that sometimes or most of the times end up into an argument.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dating 101: Seven Things No One Tells You About Marriage&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!-- sub head --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The surprising, enlightening, and sometimes hard truths married folks all face -- and how they teach us about what love really means.  &lt;!-- author(s) --&gt; &lt;em class="author"&gt;By &lt;a href="http://dating.personals.yahoo.com/singles/relationships/24191/dating-101-seven-things-no-one-tells-you-about-marriage#author_bio"&gt;Ylonda Gault Caviness for Redbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;em class="byline"&gt;Photo: ©iStockphoto.com/TriggerPhoto&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;!-- date --&gt; &lt;em class="date"&gt;Updated: Dec 22, 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're smart. You know life is no storybook. But admit it:&lt;/em&gt; Somewhere deep in your subconscious lurk romantic visions of Cinderella, or maybe Julia Roberts. The images may be sketchy and a little outdated, but you can still make out the silhouette of the bride and Prince Charming riding off into the sunset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;In real life, sometimes your Disney fairy tale ends up feeling more like a Wes Craven horror flick -- and you're the chick who keeps falling down and screaming for her life. I've been there. Let's face it, marriage is not for the faint of heart. You want to believe your pure love for each other will pull you through. And it does. But it ain't always pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;That may sound grim. But here's a secret: Sometimes it's the least romantic parts of marriage that have the most to teach you about yourself, your partner, and the nature of love. Read on for some simple truths that will unlock the surprising treasures and pleasures in your imperfect, unstorybook, real-life love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;" class="subhead"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You will look at the person lying next to you and wonder, Is this it? Forever?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;When you get married, you think that as long as you pick the right guy -- your soul mate -- you'll be happy together until death do you part. Then you wake up one day and realize that no matter how great he is, he doesn't make you happy every moment of every day. In fact, some days you might wonder why you were in such a hurry to get married in the first place. You think to yourself, "This is so not what I signed up for."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;Actually, it is. You just didn't realize it the day you and your guy were cramming wedding cake into each other's faces, clinking champagne glasses, and dancing the Electric Slide. Back then you had no idea that "for better and for worse" doesn't kick in only when life hands you a tragedy. Your relationship mettle is, in fact, most tested on a daily basis, when the utter sameness of day-in/day-out togetherness can sometimes make you want to run for the hills. That's when the disappointment sneaks in, and maybe even a palpable sense of loneliness and grief. It's not him. It's just you, letting go of that sugarcoated fantasy of marriage that danced in your eyes the day you and your beloved posed in all those soft-focus wedding photos. You're learning that marriage isn't a destination; it's a journey filled with equal parts excitement and tedium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;Waking up from a good dream to face the harsh morning daylight may not seem like a reason to celebrate. But trust me, it is. Because once you let go of all the hokey stories of eternal bliss, you find that the reality of marriage is far richer and more rewarding than you ever could have guessed. Hard, yes. Frustrating, yes. But full of its own powerful, quiet enchantments just the same, and that's better than any fairy tale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;" class="subhead"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You'll work harder than you ever imagined.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;Early on, when people say, "Marriage takes work," you assume "work" means being patient when he forgets to put down the toilet seat. In your naivete, you think that you will struggle to accommodate some annoying habit, like persistent knuckle cracking or flatulence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;If only it were that easy. Human beings, you may have noticed, are not simple creatures. Your man has mysterious, unplumbed depths -- and from where he sits, you're pretty complicated, too. You have to learn each other the same way that you once learned earth science or world geography. And getting married doesn't mean you're done -- it just means you've advanced to graduate-level studies. That's because every time you think you've mastered the material, he'll change a bit. And so will you. As two people grow and evolve, the real work of marriage is finding a way to relate to and nurture each other in the process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;"It's like losing weight," says Andrea Harden, 45, of Buffalo, NY. "You want it to be a one-time deal. You lost it, now just live. But then you learn it's a lifestyle. That's marriage. The effort is a forever thing." So don't be too hard on yourself -- or him -- on those days when you feel like you're struggling through remedial math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;" class="subhead"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You will sometimes go to bed mad (and maybe even wake up madder).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;Whoever decided to tell newlyweds "Never go to bed angry" doesn't know what it's like inside a bedroom where tears and accusations fly as one spouse talks the other into a woozy stupor until night meets the dawn. If this scenario sounds familiar, I've got three words for you: Sleep on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;You need to calm down. You need to gain perspective. You need to just give it a rest. I've found that an argument of any quality, like a fine wine, needs to breathe. A break in the action will help you figure out whether you're angry, hurt, or both, and then pinpoint the exact source. Maybe the fight that seemed to erupt over the overflowing garbage can is really about feeling underappreciated. Could be you're both stressed out at work and just needed to unload on someone. Taking a break will help you see that, and let go. Or maybe you really do have a legitimate disagreement to work out. Without a time-out, sometimes a perfectly good argument can turn into an endless round of silly back-and-forth, rehashing old and irrelevant transgressions as you get more and more wound up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;Even when you do manage to stay focused and on topic, there are some fights that stubbornly refuse to die by bedtime. And if you stifle your real feelings just to meet some arbitrary deadline, your marriage will surely be the worse for it. "This was a huge lesson for me," says Andrea. "As women we've been trained to make nice. But the whole kiss-and-make-up thing just to keep the peace was eating me up inside. I'd let things build up inside me until I just exploded. Now I wait a while to get hold of myself -- let the emotions settle a bit -- and state my position. Even if that means reopening the fight the next day."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;" class="subhead"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Getting your way is usually not as important as finding a way to work together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;I can be a bit of a know-it-all. There, I said it. It's really not my intention to be hurtful or brash with people I love. It's just that a lifetime of experience has taught me that in most areas, at most times, I am right about most things. What shocked me several years into my marriage, though, was the realization that the more "right" I was, the more discontented my husband and I were as a couple. See, oddly enough, throughout his life Genoveso has been under the misguided impression that he's right most of the time (go figure!). So we'd lock horns -- often. That is, until I learned a few things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;Namely, that when it comes to certain disagreements, there is no right or wrong -- there is simply your way of looking at things and your husband's. "I used to be very black-and-white earlier in our marriage," says Lindy Vincent, 38, who lives in Minneapolis. "Now I see that I'm not all right and my husband is not all wrong. There's more gray in life than I thought, and that's taught me patience and the value of compromise."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;" class="subhead"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A great marriage doesn't mean no conflict; it simply means a couple keeps trying to get it right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;Maybe you think that because of my newfound wisdom, Genoveso and I never fight anymore. Ha! As important as it is to strike a balance, it's also important to have a big, fat fight every now and then. Because when you fight, you don't just raise your voices; you raise real -- sometimes buried -- issues that challenge you to come to a clearer understanding of you, your man, and your relationship. I wouldn't give up our fights for anything in the world, because I know in the end they won't break us; they'll only make us stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;" class="subhead"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You'll realize that you can only change yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;Ever seen the '80s sci-fi cult classic "Making Mr. Right?" When the stylish heroine, played by Ann Magnuson, is hired to teach a robot how to act like a human, she seizes the chance to create a perfect guy. A hotshot commercial whiz, she uses her marketing prowess to shape John Malkovich's android character into her personal version of the ideal man -- sensitive, eager to please, and willing to listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;There is a bit of that makeover fantasy in all of us -- something that makes us believe we can change the person we love, make him just a little bit closer to perfect. We may use support and empathy or shouts and ultimatums, but with dogged conviction we take on this huge responsibility, convinced we're doing the right thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;Whatever our motives, the effort is exhausting. Transforming a full-grown man -- stripping him of decades-old habits, beliefs, and idiosyncrasies -- is truly an impossible task. And you will come to realize, sooner than later if you're lucky, that it is far easier to change the way you respond to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;" class="subhead"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. As you face your fears and insecurities, you will find out what you're really made of.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;There were clues when Genoveso and I were &lt;a href="http://personals.yahoo.com/"&gt;dating&lt;/a&gt;, especially with the trust thing. Early on, I was supersuspicious of him. He used to say things like, "I'll call you at 8." Then, just to try to trip me up, he'd call at 8. I knew he was up to something, I just couldn't figure out what. The same kinds of experiences followed after the wedding. Except occasionally he would actually mess up. And I had no sense of scale when it came to rating his offenses; everything was a major violation. Whether he teased me about a new haircut or came home late, I seethed for days and even let thoughts of divorce creep into my head. I figured, if he loved me -- really and truly -- this stuff wouldn't happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;I'd like to be able to say that this irrational behavior lasted only a few months and I eventually worked it out. Kind of, sort of, is closer to the truth. After years of looking deeply into my soul and talking to good friends and the best sister a girl could ever have, I've come to recognize certain things about myself. Not to get all Dr. Phil about it, but I've had to examine my history with an emotionally distant dad and a strong-willed mom and face up to all the ways, both good and bad, that those relationships have affected how I approach my marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;That's the strange beauty of marriage: It's full of hard times and hard lessons that no one can ever prepare you for. But in the end, those are the things that give richness to your life together -- and make your love even deeper and stronger than when it began.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="block"&gt;Reprinted with permission of Hearst Communications, Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578161863675515320-3698702832513704268?l=www.ireneskorner.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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