Asking for a Re-Blog


I have never asked for a reblog before, but if you have the time and wouldn’t mind reblogging or sharing this I would personally appreciate it. I have decided to really go for this and try to provide some sort of marketing/blogging consulting to those wanting the help and willing to pay. It might sound … Continue reading

WordPress Meet and Greet – All Bloggers Welcome


This website is about connections. Not necessarily with me, but with people you may never have met otherwise. How many connections can be made on a blog? Let’s find out. I will make this post a sticky for a month. Reblog, share, connect, and enjoy seeing and viewing other cultures, opinions, and people. I will … Continue reading

Current Search – “How to tell if your wife is trying to poison you”


“How to tell if your wife is trying to poison you” is a current Google search for my blog today. And you people think I am not providing a service… I told you! http://aopinionatedman.com/2014/04/17/signs-your-wife-is-trying-to-kill-you/ -OM

Author Bios – Got a Good One?


As many of you know after 15 months of writing under a pseudonym I finally shared a photo and my name. I know… maybe the most important thing to happen this year. I decided to review my Author Bio, but after rereading it there really isn’t anything I want to change other than adding my … Continue reading

I Reblog for my Readers


To answer the question, I reblog to give back to my readers. I appreciate that they take the time to come to my website, sometimes daily, and give my writing a read. That is why I do random challenges or similar offers. I actually annoy the hell out of my followers and even have some … Continue reading

Signs Your Wife Is Trying To Kill You


She announces one night you are both going “Vegan.” That can’t be healthy… she must be trying to kill you. Get a $5 foot long at Subway. You walk by your wife as she is stirring soup and say “Hey Honey what is for dinner?” She doesn’t even look up while smiling and murmuring “Ooooo … Continue reading