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LoudLaunch.com Launches...and I'm Sure the Blogging-Purists Will be Up in Arms...

LoudLaunch.com Launches...and I'm Sure the Blogging Purists Will be Up in Arms ...by Paula Neal Mooney So, the much awaited pay-to-blog site LoudLaunch.com has launched, and I'm sure all the so-called "blogging purists" will be up in arms again over sites like LoudLaunch.com who actually dare to pay bloggers (like me) for their writing efforts in helping out advertisers with their PR campaigns or latest news -- which companies can get started creating with as little as 50 bucks to LoudLaunch . But a higher budget means more buzz. It's funny, but I find many of LoudLaunch.com critics to be hypocrites in that they are either news reporters feeding their families off of salaries that are paid by the same advertisers who appear next to their bylines that they try hard not to offend, lest the removal those ad dollars leave them jobless... Or, they are bloggers whose blog posts dissing LoudLaunch.com appear right next to text-link ads affiliated with other pay-to-bl...

I'm lovin' it too much...

So I've got about 97 cents in my PayPal account, right? And I'm trolling the net to find sites that pay bloggers. Thanks to this supermom of 7 whose blog post hipped me to a bunch of "get paid to blog" sites, I learned about this Mickey D's deal from CREAMaid, who will pay me (hopefully) a handsome 10 bucks pretty quickly (I pray) to said nearly empty PayPal account. It's about ol' McDonalds, and boy do I have a story about them to post. You see, every day that I pick up my son from school he's usually famished, picky eater that he is, from only snacking on the lunch I lovingly pack him each day. "Can I have a Happy Meal?" he'll sometimes ask before even saying hello. "Okay," I'll say on the days when my checking account is flush, as it was today. Thankfully, this Mickey D's sits right next to his school. But I started avoiding it because there's this supercute guy that works the drive-thru there that I -- as a marr...