tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82172453417037499462011-09-03T09:09:40.735-04:00A muse, amuse and get through lifeLuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214879152040970929noreply@blogger.comBlogger231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217245341703749946.post-18299904296553264712011-02-17T09:34:00.000-05:002011-02-17T09:34:44.531-05:00

I have always loved the story of Stone Soup. In it, a hungry traveler only has a soup pot. He fills the pot up with water, puts a stone in it, puts it over a fire and convinces an entire town of people to contribute to his soup. The end result is something wonderful and everyone, including the hungry stranger, enjoys the delicious soup. It got me thinking that social media started out pretty

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This year I hit a milestone number. I have been planning the way I was going to celebrate for about a year now.  The plans have been many, and sometimes they change monthly, weekly and several times a day. It's not odd to have someone reaching a milestone plan their celebration, but you have to understand my history with birthdays to know the angst this particular one brings me. My birthday is

Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214879152040970929noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217245341703749946.post-41111576603223348772010-09-26T22:43:00.001-04:002010-12-03T01:11:48.965-05:00

As you guys know, customer service is a huge part of what I do online. I pride myself in being able to turn around a volatile situation, always keeping in mind that the customer is always right, even when I know they aren't. Last week I went to dinner with BFF @TwittyWoman and the guys. We went to a local restaurant (which, after much deliberation I have decided not to mention -- although if you

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This weekend is a journey to small town USA - otherwise known as Ludlow VT. A jaunt that I didn't want to take because I was too busy and too jaded to be away from it all.  My bff owns a condo here and she invited us.  After much deliberation I decided to break down and go with hubby and youngest. This afternoon we went to a rope swing. How much more quaint can you get than that? A rope that

Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214879152040970929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217245341703749946.post-11039633989341466382010-07-18T20:07:00.000-04:002010-07-18T20:07:24.594-04:00

Today I was doing some customer service work for one of my clients. I had written a blog post for my business site awhile ago about online etiquette. I have been doing customer service online for close to 15 years (don't try to do the math - you know how old I am!) My experience is that people are extremely brave behind the face of anonymity. I have been in charge of teams of people and had

Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214879152040970929noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217245341703749946.post-36111273232396678532010-07-03T12:30:00.001-04:002010-07-04T10:22:04.820-04:00

I am a Capricorn. Capricorns by nature tend to be pretty serious folk. I don't appear that way to the outside world - I am outgoing and vivacious. But inside my head - I am pretty serious. I over think way too many things. The flip side though is that I am sometimes incredibly impetuous. That was very much the case with my latest purchase (doesn't it always involve a purchase?) On the morning of

Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214879152040970929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217245341703749946.post-21140261812718170032010-01-10T16:09:00.000-05:002010-01-10T16:09:17.248-05:00

I ended my digital cleanse on Friday and I thought I would be up and online at 9:01. The truth is I was exhausted from the night before and didn't rush back. I don't know what I was expecting. I got a good amount of welcomes and ribbings (and a nasty comment said in jest that I chose to ignore), but it was very non-eventful. It made me think about an article from one of my favorite bloggers/

Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214879152040970929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217245341703749946.post-22554259334314850272010-01-08T09:10:00.003-05:002010-01-08T09:10:00.667-05:00

Let me explain - if I had the evening I had tonight earlier in the week, digital cleanse or no digital cleanse, I would be tweeting/updating/linking/texting and anything else you can think of. It started with a friend of mine saying how nice it would be to drive into the city together, she got her daughter tickets to see Nick Jonas (insert daughter's scream) and the Administration. I don't have

Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214879152040970929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217245341703749946.post-83399302338183823452010-01-08T09:06:00.000-05:002010-01-08T09:06:00.062-05:00

I didn't wake up singing today.......... in fact, I had a hard time getting up.  Why? Because I didn't get to sleep that early last night. I didn't tweet, post, update, read or waste time online. I have no one to blame but myself. I worked a little too late. And I'm getting sick. I have a headache and my stomach hurts and my throat is scratchy. None of which has to do with social media. The

Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214879152040970929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217245341703749946.post-5820997874242578332010-01-08T09:03:00.000-05:002010-01-08T09:03:00.077-05:00

Wake up, get out of bed, put a comb across my head............  LOVE that Beatles song and today I woke up singing it. NOT because of my cleanse - but because I am going to sleep early. This is surely something I can continue after January 8th. Sleep.... it's a beautiful thing. As for the cleanse, it is starting to get a little old.  Not because I miss the social interaction (which, I most

Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214879152040970929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217245341703749946.post-62936332446525222012010-01-08T09:00:00.002-05:002010-01-08T09:00:04.422-05:00

So I'm not sure I'm supposed to blogging because "publishing post" is most certainly posting and posting (as well as reading) is clearly against the rules. I decided to journal, and I will click send for the last 4 days on Friday. I'm writing this on Day 5 morning though, because I didn't even think about going to the computer last night. Now granted, it was my first day back to work and I worked

Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214879152040970929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217245341703749946.post-1808401569107743292010-01-04T00:01:00.001-05:002010-01-04T00:03:58.402-05:00

I had truly expected to be in a tizzy today. 3 days into any kind of habit (or breaking of) tends to be the first real hurdle. I must say that today came and went without any cheating of the social media kind. If there was any day that made me wish I could tweet/post/update, it was today. I had a lot to talk about today. First off, I won my fantasy football league.  A Twitter league no less.  And

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Waking up to day 2 was quite a change from my usual routine. Because I went to sleep early last night (I was actually IN bed before 11) I woke up feeling refreshed instead of groggy. I didn't jump to get my phone (since texting and reading email on anything other than your PC or laptop is against the rules) and instead got up, let the dogs out and waited for my coffee to finish. I checked my

Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214879152040970929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217245341703749946.post-75346587139038785002010-01-01T23:19:00.001-05:002010-01-01T23:21:29.212-05:00

It is no secret to those who know me that I love to follow celebrities.  I have a whole list on Twitter of celebrities. I follow them for entertainment purposes only. I don't tend to "follow" what they say to do until this past New Year's Eve when I saw a post from John Mayer asking people to take the digital cleanse with him. I was intrigued so I went to his blog and read the rules. The

Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214879152040970929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217245341703749946.post-43944245265049890782009-12-26T23:02:00.000-05:002009-12-26T23:02:57.803-05:00

I have to start off by admitting that I stole my title from another boxing day baby's blog Linda (@Croneandbearit) and knew immediately that I must do the same. See - having a birthday the day after Christmas has to be, in my humble opinion, the worst day ever.  It is a day that has everyone too pooped to party. Last night as the DH was announcing "Leftovers tomorrow" I had to remind him that

Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214879152040970929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217245341703749946.post-76136323298653670912009-10-30T08:05:00.000-04:002009-10-30T08:05:26.694-04:00

BFFs........ I had dinner tonight with my BFF....  I laugh when I say that because we've been friends for over 20 years...... and in those 20 years we have been through SO much together- but we've never been BFFs. We consider each other sisters (neither of us have), but we're not the call each other everyday, lets go shopping kind of friends.  We're the of "911" kind of friends - we have a pact

Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214879152040970929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217245341703749946.post-66630167916556989652009-10-03T13:58:00.002-04:002009-10-03T14:17:21.292-04:00

For the first time in a long time I am coming off of a 3AM night out. I've done lots of 1 and 2AM nights futzin around on the computer.....  but I haven't had a late LATE night out in a long time. Granted, it was for a birthday party but I've been thinking about the days of old when 2 and 3AM meant time to hit the diner for some breakfast after a night of partying. I was reminded of this because

Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214879152040970929noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217245341703749946.post-57787818989289539642009-09-26T09:38:00.003-04:002009-09-26T10:05:53.389-04:00

Ah yes - this is SO me. I promised a month ago that I was going to write everyday of my vacation. 2 weeks came, and 2 weeks went and not a word was written.I can't say that it's because I am SO overhwhelmed that I don't have time. I have always been this way. I have an illness - it is called procrastination. The first time I realized this was innocent enough - it was in high school and I was

Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214879152040970929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217245341703749946.post-86949819196091309752009-08-28T10:14:00.002-04:002009-08-28T10:22:03.433-04:00

So my last blog post was on April 3rd...... oh yes - I remember the promise. I was going to blog regularly. Well once every 5 months is regular isn't it? Seriously, I can't blame it on anything other than lack of focus. There are lots of things that have happened over the past 5 months that were quite blog worthy. I also have the next week off so I am promising now that for the next week I hope

Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214879152040970929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217245341703749946.post-22690104193370896012009-04-03T11:40:00.002-04:002009-04-04T12:34:07.242-04:00

A broken heart can be caused by so many things; a lost love, a parent dying, the end of a friendship, shattered dreams- really anything you lose that is important to you.I don't think that anyone ever truly recovers from a broken heart. You cry your tears, walk around like a frog with swollen red eyes. You mope, don't eat (or eat too much). You cry some more. You try to keep yourself busy - try

Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214879152040970929noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217245341703749946.post-43598255788353676672009-03-14T00:01:00.002-04:002009-04-04T11:49:50.302-04:00

I got tickets for the Fleetwood Mac concert months ago. DH and another couple - very dear friends of ours. It was actually my friend who called and said, "Come on - let's go." She is my concert buddy and we've gone to see some great concerts together - The Police, Paul McCartney down in Tampa, Prince. So yes, this was a no brainer. Fast forward to a few weeks ago, new project at work. I'm brought

Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214879152040970929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217245341703749946.post-62088275370770021152009-03-04T10:18:00.002-05:002009-04-04T12:30:33.600-04:00

I can't take credit for the title of this post, the credit goes to @Central Nassau, but I am an expert. I call it my "phone voice." It comes from a lifetime of being told I yell. I don't yell. I am Italian and Spanish, extremely passionate in communicating and well - LOUD. I also grew up playing make believe. I loved to pretend to be someone else. There are many times in my life when that love of

Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214879152040970929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217245341703749946.post-13302243315130153192009-02-25T07:21:00.000-05:002009-02-25T07:23:37.811-05:00

So - much like life, the way to get started is to announce you are doing something. By announcing it, you are holding yourself accountable. Today I joined "Twittermoms.com" and actually put down this blog address as my blog. On the outside chance someone is actually going to look at my profile, I have decided it is time to get this puppy off the ground. I wasn't sure what direction I wanted

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