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Why Are All My Thoughts In Blog Titles?

Sunday, January 13th, 2013

Seriously? Why Are All My Thoughts In Blog Titles? (and what category do I pin this to?)A funny thing happened on the way to making my blog more personal.  All my thoughts turned into blog titles! Really! Big, flashing, titles in all caps!

Seriously. I’d have a thought and would immediately think “I need to write that down. That could be the title of my next post that will go viral!”

As the owner of a business, a blogger, a Facebooker (is that a word yet?), a Tweeter, a Pinner, every waking thought — and a few dreams — become targets for the next big post that will draw hundreds of thousands of clicks and comments to my website that will raise my Goggle Page Rank and hopefully, my sales, and the word “V – I – R – A – L” appears in flashing neon lights somewhere off to the right of my line of sight in purple neon tubing.

Just this morning while I was busy pinning away on my Pinterest account from my iPad while still laying in bed watching the sun come up, I wondered, “What time do Pinners start Pinning?” as no one had repinned any of my stuff in the past hour…then, Oh! that could be the title to my next post (so don’t steal it before I have it written, please.)

I mean why do we all do it all? “It” uses up a TON of time we could be doing other things, like reading the next up-in-coming chick lit best seller, painting our nails, cleaning the kitchen…NOT. What drives us to blog, to pin, to post to think in Blog Titles or Post Titles or Pins?

Please leave me a comment and let me know why you do what you do so I have some more justifications for doing all this and my hopes for viral blog titles might become a reality. And while you’re here, would you mind shopping or browsing our party invitations, party favors, note cards…?

P.S.  I think the pinners are awake and pinning as I now have 3 more Pinterest followers in the time it took to wrote this post…thanks!

Gin Martinis and Bikini Waxing

Wednesday, January 9th, 2013

Gin Martinis and a Windy Waxing StoryThere’s a story going around Facebook and Pinterest about a poor woman who decided to do a “full” bikini waxing. At home. By herself. OMG. Yes, it’s hilarious and as stories like this do, they make me laugh, cry, smile and shake my head at what we do in the name of beauty.

So, here’s my story that I hope it will go viral on Pinterest or Facebook or both or at least garner a few blog post comments if you laughed at least once.

A few years ago, my sister and I went out after work for Bombay Martinis in honor of our Dad’s birthday. Neither one of us had ever had gin (beyond a sip to know we don’t like it) until the night our father died and we toasted him with his favorite drink – a gin Martini – mom always ate the olives. It actually tasted pretty good that night and I’m sure Dad had something to do with that.

So on our night out in his honor, after toasting to our father, reminiscing about him and our childhood and another round of martinis on their way, the mood needed to be lightened.

After the waitress departed and we clinked our glasses in toast once more, I remembered a story I had read in Health magazine. It was just the story to lighten the mood and the gin was kicking in. Just remembering it to tell it had me laughing so hard, I could barely repeat it through the giggles and the “funny tears” streaming down my face.

So here goes…the story was entitled “A Windy Waxing”

“I’m lactose intolerant, but I just can’t kick my cheese and chocolate milk cravings. The unfortunate result of my dairy binging is usually gas, but I consider myself something of a flatulence ninja because I’m a pro at concealing it. That wasn’t the case, though, when I recently went in for a bikini wax after a night of lactose gluttony. I wanted the full monty, so when the aesthetician was done with my front, she made me flip over on all fours. As she smeared wax in the most nether regions of my behind, I just couldn’t hold it in any longer and accidentally let one rip right in the poor woman’s face. If that wasn’t enough, I fell down laughing, which made my butt cheeks stick together from the wax, so the aesthetician had to separate them and re-apply. Let’s just say she got a very big–and (well deserved) tip. — Sasha, Sheboygan, Wisc.”

To Sasha, I just want to say, my sister and I want to thank you from the bottom of our hearts for making us cry for a good ten minutes from laughter instead of from sadness. So happy birthday Dad, and cheers to Sasha for making women everywhere “crack” up with laughter. Leave us a comment and share this with every woman you know. Laughter is the best medicine, no matter what ails you.

Still laughing…

Turn your Toaster Sideways for Grilled Cheese…and

Monday, October 29th, 2012

ok so i tried to do this<br /><br />

Okay. Sounded like a good idea!

Look what happened!  Ha!

Why didn’t I think of that?  Share if this made you laugh!

Yes, I Can Drive a Stick

Tuesday, October 9th, 2012

My son’s “new” used car is a stick shift and I haven’t driven one since I was 16. I’m sure he and my husband will get a kick out of this!

Yes, I can drive a Stick

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