Woo~Hoo! My first Squidoo pay day!

I've been building Squidoo lenses since April 2007. Today I just got an announcment on my Squidoo Dashboard. It said:

Payday, Payday! Here's your Squidcash, earned from 06/01/2006 to 06/30/2006. Congrats, and keep up the great lenses.

OMG! My first payday from Squidoo! I can't believe it! My lenses are actually making money! When I first startede doing this and I read that you could make money doing it, I laughed. I built my first few lenses just to see if I realy could make money by shareing info on my hobbies, but I didn't think it'd work. As I got going, I quickly got addicted to building them, and now I've got about 40 lenses. I've been haveing so much fun here, that I didn't even think about the money part of it any more. In fact, I forgot that I had come here to try to make some extra money! LOL! Than today they send my first pay-day to my PayPal account. WOW!

I'm making money for doing something I love doing! That is so cool!

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