We’re supposed to avoid Mylar balloons because too many get let loose to mess with the environment and the power grid.
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Now the old fashioned balloons are in trouble, too. I saw this as I checked Duckie into the hospital last week.
I’m happy that the hospital protects people with latex allergies. Still, this sign made me laugh just a little. How risky is a latex balloon in a hospital? And how many people are impacted and to what degree?
I do love the critters. We found Ms. Snake snug under a tarp on a cool summer day […]
Okay, I’m a Noun Blogger. Now what? I could go on and on. But I won’t. Instead: My […]
This is BlogHer Conference #4 for me: Chicago, New York, San Diego, Chicago. Each time, I’m blown away by the number of people, the sponsors, and most of all, the changing landscape of blogging.
I focus on Monetization and “Blog to Book.”
I gotta get a platform before I write my book. The book can’t be the blog. Okay, I knew that. I have two blogs, both promoting my writing in different ways. I gotta get more active in Twitter, Instagram, get some buzz going, and keep it professionally personal. Hmmm… I confess some overwhelmedness.
I met Gladys on Day 1 of BlogHer13.
“What do you like best?” Gladys, a newbie asks.
I give Gladys a guilty grin: “The SWAG.”
Gladys and I talked about blogging and life. She’s a single mother of a 21 year-old daughter. Gladys just finished a stint working on organic farms in Chicago. Soon she will be moving to Boston to start college. Gladys is here to figure out what she’s going to blog about, and how to do it. She is quick as lightning and everything she hears gets translated into practical ideas for her next steps. I am in awe.
Yes, I love the SWAG. But the picture is here for symbolic reasons. After three years of blogging, I can say I’m like this pile of swag. There is some organization (look closer, there’s health, toys, tech, beauty, cleaning, coupons, and food; all in neat little sections of my dining room table. (There’s also a polar bear and a vitamin organizer, not from BlogHer13. How’d that happen?)
But where’s the focus?
This week, after visiting Duckie’s doctor, we visited Anderson Japanese Garden. Soooo much fun. And sooo nice to […]
There might be enough for anyone to digest here. If you are interested in reading Part 1 and […]
Every summer, for as long as I can remember, I go camping. For the past 10 years or […]
I asked my Physician’s Assistant whether it’s true that it’s normal for women to gain 10 pounds each decade of their adult life.
“Yes it is,” she said. “You’re doing just fine.”
I never asked what “just fine” meant. That said, on the plus side, I managed to hold off two decades of weight gain. On the minus side, in spite of all my self-talk:
“It’s ridiculous to believe you should look like you did in your 20s. That makes about as much sense as the pre-pubescent wish to never grow breasts or have a period.”
“It ain’t gonna happen girlfriend. Stop fretting.”
“You need a little reserve. Grandmas are supposed to be soft.”
“There are other numbers more important, like cholesterol, blood pressure, angle of mobility, heart rate, activity level….”
I wish to be thinner. I have narrow shoulder, a size Small, and I just look and feel better if my hips are at least a size Medium. So I watch my calories, I study the latest diets, I exercise, and I try.
Would you like a romantic summer read that is jam-packed with historical information? Boxcars, by Jim Barfield, just may be the ticket.
Boxcars tracks the adventure and epiphanies of two hunted Nazi outcasts, a young Roma named Elsa, and David, a teenage Jewish violinist, turned French Resistance fighter. They see each other through the fog and smoke of a train wreck. Detined to cross paths again, they begin to rely on each other and deepen their relationship. David and Elsa find that despite their different backgrounds, they have more in common that their Nazi enemy.
How and why any author gets his start is intriguing. Some authors know right from the beginning
Thanks to a post on BlogHer.com, I decided to try my hand at photographing fireworks. I have my […]
