tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42331324356724052082011-08-19T16:43:04.847-05:00The life of a social media butterfly.Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.comBlogger531100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-41368042316390106152011-03-11T21:17:00.003-06:002011-03-11T21:43:59.763-06:00

I am having a GoDaddy issue with my domain. (That's the formal excuse for my lack of posting).The informal reality is that Yours Truly is distracted. By work, by housework, by Danger, by Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year, Mardi Gras. By life. And while I work out my domain issues, I am also working on exactly what this blog is...my life as a mom (maybe, but there are so many wonderful women

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-84888271683598680652010-08-25T19:38:00.005-05:002010-08-25T21:14:24.546-05:00

Before you read further, this is not a professional step-by-step guide on how to use Twitter. It's more of a list of grievances based on some particularly peevish Tweets that have graced my stream recently. It is by no means comprehensive, but rather a few tips I feel the need to share.So, that said, here are few word of wisdom from Yours Truly...in no particular order:1. Stop SellingLook at

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-31022081087131071252010-07-07T15:26:00.004-05:002010-07-07T15:40:21.012-05:00

The Whole Foods sirens lured me in today. Hey, I needed some sushi. It happens. And I am weak.But, I did donate to a very important local cause. That's a little balance, right?

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-6970928659879666072010-07-05T21:46:00.006-05:002010-07-07T10:13:20.824-05:00

A few days ago I met Hubby for Happy Hour at a local high school bar called Fat Harry's. Yes, I said "high school bar." For those not familiar with this phenomenon, New Orleans was late to implement the 21 year old drinking age and it was pretty normal for 16 year olds to frequent drinking establishment brandishing 18 year old fake IDs. Now, seeing as I am far from my high school days, I can't

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-59728426713661570152010-07-01T14:54:00.003-05:002010-07-05T21:34:28.096-05:00

Day 1: Took a detour past the convenience store on my way to a meeting to stop at a small corner store. Walked out smelling like fried food and hard boiled eggs, but feeling good.Day 2: Lunch excursion to Whole Foods had me feeling iffy. I love Whole Foods, but...couldn't I find a better option? I sneered at the new Pink Berry on the way, but didn't feel better. So, I convinced the rest of the

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-77078539630753177302010-06-29T22:10:00.008-05:002010-07-05T21:34:03.871-05:00

Lately I have been paying a lot of lip service to the Shop Local and Slow Food movements. But, in reality I am a typical American working mom that often chooses convenience over conscience. I recognize my hypocritical ways as a I cringe, but hand over my credit card for that icy cold coffee at Starbucks that is so conveniently located across the street from my Tuesday morning meeting.I guess the

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-13992830187532032432010-06-04T21:24:00.004-05:002010-07-05T21:41:09.702-05:00

Last week the St. Bernard Project had a Women's Rebuild Week and the FSC gals traded our keyboards for power tools. It was empowering to get filthy dirty and covered in insulation, knowing that my small effort would help a family return home...after 5 long years.Turns out, I am also quite the sheet rock expert. Yep. Don't believe me? See for yourself:

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-68535732103713904842010-05-09T21:14:00.015-05:002010-07-05T21:36:33.575-05:00

To begin with, let me state for the record things I do not want to do on Mother's Day. Or any other day for that matter:1. Wake up at 6:45am. (Not a morning person)2. Eat at Olive Garden (Goes without saying)3. Install a carseat (while running an hour an a half late to an event)So, this Mother's Day wasn't all bubble baths and breakfast in bed. But, to be honest Hubby and I have never really been

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-44808271111333911612010-04-07T19:02:00.008-05:002010-04-08T09:33:04.777-05:00

What happens when someone who notoriously questions The Man finds themselves becoming The Man...or Woman? Yours Truly is a very important Director of a quickly growing social media department. Yep. It says so on my cards. That's why I command respect. Or do I?Not long ago my department consisted of just me. Then came the first new hire. As with all new jobs, there is a learning curve. So, when

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-47442172583907484682010-03-17T11:42:00.013-05:002010-07-05T21:37:38.222-05:00

Him: (eyeing my SXSW "panelist" badge) I believe I met with your company's European branch on my last trip to London. Me: (torn between disbelief, laughter or a swift kick to the groin) I think you have me confused with someone else.No London office. No private jet. No holier than thou attitude. Just little old me...about to kick

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-85861894074427923662010-03-10T19:22:00.003-06:002010-07-05T21:38:39.247-05:00

Confession: I have been on the fence about going back to SXSW this year. Hearing it referred to as SXSpringBreak this afternoon didn't help much. Obviously, it doesn't bolster the matrimonial bliss to have Hubby think I am heading to some hedonistic romp to get crazy naked drunk...at least not without him. But, more importantly, it makes me question the value proposition that I am sacrificing

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-4971824127000224252010-03-03T20:21:00.017-06:002010-03-03T21:12:58.732-06:00

sap·py (sp)adj. sap·pi·er, sap·pi·est1. Full of sap; juicy.2. Slang Excessively sentimental; mawkish.3. Slang Silly or foolish.You've been warned. The following contains excessive sentimental content.Maybe I am just getting to the New Year's point where you take stock of your life. Between the Superbowl (Who Dat!), Mardi Gras and well, life, there hasn't been whole lot of time to be

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-74308363503444360082010-02-10T16:48:00.001-06:002010-02-10T16:48:37.699-06:00

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-27701106987093492722010-02-02T13:14:00.009-06:002010-02-02T15:33:54.590-06:00

When I came across the American Apparel "Best Bottom" contest I couldn't shake the wave of utter disgust and disdain that I felt. But I also couldn't pinpoint why.Sure, there is the blatant objectification of women. And the exploitation of amateur models for commercial gain. There's the unfortunate placement of mostly nude women near the innocent toddler touting the "Expanded Kid's line." And,

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-69385522956740513052010-01-06T18:56:00.017-06:002010-01-06T21:30:00.186-06:00

The first time I heard the phrase "Play with a purpose" I scoffed and put into the Dr. Phil mom-ism category right alongside "Use your words." But lately, it's been playing on repeat in my head.In painfully stereotypical fashion, I find myself introspective on the eve of a new decade. I even have a new mantra...Perspective. And, I find myself asking,Am I playing with a purpose?Or more

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-44669926193625579852009-12-31T13:22:00.001-06:002010-07-05T21:39:53.852-05:00

My name is Tiffany. And I drank the Kool Aid.Most recently it was the social media Kool Aid. But it goes back a lot further, starting with a junior high discovery of the Sex Pistols. I bought every album. I covered my walls in posters. I died my hair purple, bought combat boots, safety pinned my torn t-shirts and memorized every word of Sid & Nancy. I was punk drunk.I can't remember all of the

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-85156443429372380362009-12-09T20:10:00.019-06:002010-07-05T21:40:45.627-05:00

This year has been a whirlwind. That's my excuse for completely neglecting my blog. When I came across Gwen Bell's challenge, I signed right up to reflect on the year with daily posts. Which I then immediately neglected. Hey, I got busy. "I got busy."When did that become my daily mantra, sprinkled with the occasional "I'm so tired" and "Meh?"When I saw today's topic was this year's biggest

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-46297533189987598362009-10-12T10:57:00.004-05:002010-07-05T21:41:44.740-05:00

To all the computers in my life...I have been taking you for granted. I toss you in a bag and throw you in the backseat with little regard. I roll my eyes and mutter hateful things when you don't accommodate my need to have 63 tabs open. I eat toast with reckless abandonment, carelessly dropping crumbs on your keyboard.I owe the World of 100 for this graphic and knocking to me to my entitled

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-60155343633761379382009-10-09T15:27:00.003-05:002009-10-09T15:48:32.842-05:00

You have undoubtedly heard me make mention of TribeCon recently. Probably several times. OK, let's face it it's all I talk about! But, just in case you haven't heard about it, you can find all the details on the site or Facebook Page.But, this isn't about just about TribeCon. This is about a little healthy competition between myself and my co-producer Chris Schultz. See, Chris made these really

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-34903800950750387542009-09-09T20:52:00.009-05:002010-07-05T21:42:26.293-05:00

Since I began blogging, I've questioned the "mommy blog" label. Sure, I am a mom. But I write about my career and professional frustrations. Nary a diaper or baby food tossing post here! Oh, no Sir-ee. This is a bonafide career woman blog.But, recently, as Danger's second birthday approaches, I have been torn with wanting to share a personal side, but not wanting to blur the lines and potentially

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-32788622716722206692009-08-25T16:32:00.012-05:002010-07-05T21:43:28.485-05:00

Let me tell you a story. I am pretty sure it has a point, so bear with me. ser·en·dip·i·ty The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident.The fact or occurrence of such discoveries.An instance of making such a discovery. I was talking on the phone with my friend Sloane. We were actually talking business, but as usual, we meandered onto the topic of community, something

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-47328067247856110772009-07-13T17:20:00.006-05:002010-11-02T12:54:38.013-05:00

Let me ask you something. Would you trust a contractor who shows up for a job with only one tool? Let's say a hammer. No level, no wood saw. Just a hammer. But, to be fair, it is a very shiny hammer. And all of the cool contractors are using it. To be completely honest I don't know a drill from a wrench so I am probably not one to be giving you advice on shiny hammer guy. But I do know a little

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-15077235309417000072009-07-06T22:03:00.017-05:002010-07-05T21:45:59.484-05:00

I'd like to buy the world a Coke. And then teach them how to TwitPic it, upload to Flikr, YouTube & Vimeo and share with a friend on Facebook.I am rabidly obsessed eager to teach everything I know about Social Media to anyone and everyone who will listen. This prompted a friend of mine to ask "Aren't you making yourself obsolete if you teach everyone to do what you do?"First of all let's

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-68359365631533426192009-07-03T20:17:00.003-05:002009-07-03T20:25:46.259-05:00

This went off on old white guys. Again. And now I am officially over it.PS This super special extra flattering thumbnail is an added bonus. I promise I'm not drunk. No. Really.

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-33691461097207446232009-06-26T21:13:00.002-05:002009-06-26T21:17:08.699-05:00

This week I interviewed Kyle Berner about his success with Feelgoodz. He is a social media dream. Authentic, passionate and absolutely adorable. Hear how he survived on a $45 food budget for 3 weeks...oh, and quadrupled his sales.

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-22695806611002265262009-06-26T19:03:00.004-05:002009-06-26T19:56:16.817-05:00

Today I got in my first fight with a respected peer and close friend. About social media. I was fully pissed off about a project that I was passionate about that I thought was being handle entirely wrong. (Never mind that said project isn't even one I am working on.) I had strong opinions and knew that I was right and pretty much said so. Because that's kind of what I do.And then it dawned on me.

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-85713155841066999712009-06-19T23:29:00.004-05:002009-07-05T21:56:58.568-05:00

A while back Twitter changed the reply function so that you only saw responses to people you were following. Which means when you send an @tiffanystarnes message, instead of going to everybody that follows you, it only goes to people who follow both the me AND you. So your college buddy in Wisconsin won't ever see your pithy response to my eloquent 140 chracter genius.I try to explain this "

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-21541543907741111902009-06-19T21:21:00.005-05:002009-06-19T22:09:29.864-05:00

Another Launch Pad TV post from the archives. I talk about whether IRL (In Real Life) connection is necessary to build meaningful relationships given the bevy of online tools to connect.Oh, and um, like, my hair is totally much better in this one.PS. Still can't get rid of the Phoenix ad. I am not a Phoenix. But good for them.

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-54129476205473977152009-06-19T20:50:00.004-05:002009-06-19T21:16:29.973-05:00

The last few weeks I've been doing a segment on Launch Pad TV about whatever I happen to think is interesting in social media. It's basically a random blathering diatribe about one thing or another and usually involves lots of "um, so totally, like" Tiffisms. Well, for some reason they keep asking me to come back. Meanwhile my blog is off in the corner pouting at my blatant neglect. So, I figured

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-60584183359900496982009-04-23T19:52:00.005-05:002009-05-01T10:27:32.760-05:00

Last week I found myself sucked into the black hole of bitterness- full of hate and resentment for social media "posers." It started with this survey that says that even people who have absolutely NO experience with social media marketing consider themselves knowledgeable.I'm sorry? No experience=knowledge? Huh? In what parallel universe?Then there's Ashton & Oprah. Twitter has officially gone

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-41699375072406152982009-04-08T14:46:00.005-05:002009-04-08T15:42:36.171-05:00

GL Hoffman is my hero. Obviously he totally gets it.

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-34311957977663969932009-04-02T17:54:00.004-05:002009-04-03T12:02:34.981-05:00

After months of recession hair, I finally got myself to a professional for a long overdue haircut. Now, I have been prone to break out the scissors after a few glasses of wine to "trim" my bangs. It's what I like to call Drunk Styling. Some people call their exes, I add layers. And, while I might think I look pretty good, I always amazed at how much better I look when I leave it to the

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-8890548591607627762009-03-22T11:19:00.017-05:002009-03-23T09:17:40.819-05:00

Social Media gives brands and advertisers a new level of access to their customers. When used well it's a Win/Win. As usual, Jeremiah Oywang sums it up perfectly.It seems easy when the situation is simple:Customer: I really need a stainless steel waffle iron.Waffle Iron Maker: Buy mine here.Transaction Complete.But, what happens when the brand wants to continue the conversation? At what point

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-29658803539906294942009-03-18T19:20:00.008-05:002009-03-19T15:02:25.039-05:00

I recently switched bank accounts and forgot to update my car note automatic withdrawl. So, because I am extremely financially responsible (and not at all because I was crunching numbers to see if I could afford a new shiny object) I caught the mistake a few days later and called my car company. The conversation went something like this:Me: I'd like to use a new account for my auto draft

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-47219982764252733522009-02-18T22:11:00.006-06:002009-02-18T22:48:46.980-06:00

I've been noticing a lot of Mardi Gras tweets and I love seeing the season through other people's eyes via their posts and TwitPics. Then I came across Tom Martin's experiment to live stream his weekend on Twitter. What a great idea!But, I got to thinking about how cool it would be if everyone posted their Mardi Gras experience and tagged it with #mardigras. That way you could aggregate all the

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-36050944195274877362009-02-17T22:17:00.005-06:002009-02-18T22:52:11.572-06:00

When I first met Adele I thought "She has great hair!" It only took a few minutes to discover that under those lovely locks is a crazy big brain. We are founding members of Net2NO, a secret speakeasy for New Orleans tech geeks (which is now gloriously not so secret with over 150 members, but that's another story). We became fast friends on Twitter, sharing resources, insights and more than a few

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-60617308487727902262009-02-02T21:27:00.005-06:002009-02-03T08:52:03.760-06:00

Hubby: I can't believe nobody told me that Chuck was in 3-D :(Yours Truly: Were you expecting a secret decoder ring from the NBC team?Hubby: I didn't get an e-mail. Nothing on Facebook. Not even a Tweet.Hubby is not an internet geek. Or in advertising. He owns a cafe. (An incredibly delicious, truly one-of-a-kind cafe.) And, he is *dare I say* an "Influencer". That elusive group of

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-26974052318645962882008-10-14T15:16:00.007-05:002008-10-14T15:43:11.399-05:00

When I attended a BlogHer08 panel and heard Gwen Bell espouse the joys of Twitter, I knew I had found a new mentor. Little did I know how many other amazing women I would meet over the next few days, who have since become a source of inspiration, education and empowerment. So, imagine my thrill at seeing Gwen, along with Laura Fitton, Erin Kotecki Vest, Ann Handley and 46 others honored as the 50

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-72226202815714333282008-10-08T12:28:00.007-05:002008-10-08T13:00:12.976-05:00

Everybody's doing it. You have a few glasses of bubbly as suddenly it seems like a brilliant idea to write your sister an e-mail detailing everything you detest about her new boyfriend. Or you send a Colgate link that co-worker with the really bad breath. Or you compose a sappy love poem to your 8th grade boyfriend you haven't seen in over ten years. Not that Yours Truly has personal experience

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-86862915417517112852008-09-25T20:09:00.007-05:002008-09-25T21:13:44.382-05:00

Open source. What an incredible idea. Collaboration and sharing of resources to reach a greater good. No more "proprietary" models and secret boy's clubs. But, in closing the gap between the information haves & have-not's, certain services are bound to become obsolete. Is advertising one of them? Gasp! Seeing as I have a new baby to support and mortgage to pay, I certainly hope not. But

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-29348093599070539942008-09-09T15:15:00.003-05:002008-09-09T15:43:54.529-05:00

It's Fashion Week in NYC. Here in NOLA...not so much. But, I've noticed lots of fellas sporting the front tuck recently. That "carelessly" tucked in behind the belt look that is simultaneously casual but hip. The best explanation I've found comes from an unlikely source:Much like how a mullet shows the world your business side in the front, and your party side in the back, the half-tuck tells

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-92171825128358764672008-08-27T10:26:00.002-05:002008-08-27T10:38:59.362-05:00

There's been lots of discussion over the past few days about "fake following." including a dynamic debate sparked by Gwen Bell. If you haven't heard about this new development, Tech Crunch sums it up"Users often expect to have their “Follows” reciprocated by their peers, and a failure to do so can lead to bruised egos. But indiscriminate following comes with a price too, as it ultimately leads

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-78599242294407087872008-08-25T16:47:00.003-05:002008-08-25T17:22:44.062-05:00

Lately I've been pretty impressed with my hometown. First of all, there are Twitterers in my midst. Who knew New Orleans was embracing social media? And not only embracing it, but enthusiastically encouraging it. A chance encounter on Twitter introduced me to @jeskanola, who graciously made me her partner in crime in introducing NetSquared New Orleans, beginning with a Meetup on Tuesday Sept. 9th

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-23650956681686093092008-08-21T09:25:00.003-05:002008-08-21T12:04:18.906-05:00

I am a grammar geek. I keep my AP Style Guide nestled beneath my desk and silently cringe every time someone ends a sentence with a preposition. But, even I can't buy into the gender sensitivity of punctuation.Over at Salon.com, there is a discussion on the femininity of the semi-colon. Who cares, right? But what irks me is the evolution of the debate and it's underlying implications. To sum up

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-6835614086375670402008-08-12T18:47:00.003-05:002008-08-12T19:00:56.466-05:00

Watching the Olympic Opening Ceremony, I was oddly reminded of the Daft Punk "Around the World" video. So, I pulled it up to show Hubby, and he thinks I'm nutty. No contest, there. But still, the synchronized dancing, crazy lights, bizarre costumes. C'mon, the similarities can not be denied, right? Well, judge for yourself. If anything it was an opportunity to revisit a stellar piece of music

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-68861392464327592472008-08-04T09:45:00.002-05:002008-08-04T14:28:06.363-05:00

I was sitting in my living room this weekend folding laundry, a kind of recurring theme in my life that never seems to end. Surrounded by mounds of clothes, I began feeling overwhelmed at the complete and utter chaos of it all. And not just the my domestic disasters.Every day I walk into the office, not knowing what the day will bring. I find myself paralyzed trying to decide which hat to wear.

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-15604210648777206112008-07-26T20:30:00.000-05:002008-07-26T20:41:21.120-05:00

So far my readership consists of 3 people. That's including my mom. And suddenly, here I am at BlogHer '08 surrounded by incredibly smart, empowering female bloggers. The women that I want to connect with. So, of course, I am telling all of them about Yours Truly, right? Hell no!Coming out as a blogger isn't so easy. In fact, it's down-right terrifying! It implies that I am in the game. That I

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-90488542421785908812008-07-23T15:49:00.002-05:002008-07-23T16:03:18.379-05:00

I've often wondered what it would be like to be independently wealthy. To split my time between martini lunches and shopping sprees at Saks. The biggest decision to make all day would be- shaken or stirred? But, then it hits me. I don't really like martinis. And besides, I am a lady who lunches. Just today I had two Oreos at my desk. Ah, the glamorous life of a Brand Strategist. How could I dream

Tiffany Starnesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233132435672405208.post-32727894334440561992008-07-16T16:19:00.008-05:002008-07-16T19:26:26.205-05:00

I have an impossible time deciding what to wear in the morning. But, apparently, I'm not alone. I just read Susan Wagner's post at BlogHer about how hard it can be to project the image you want, particularly when you meet new people and want to impress.I find it's even harder to decide what that image is. Truth be told, I have a million different quirks, traits, pieces and parts that make up the

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I long for folk songstress stardom. Never mind that I can't play the guitar. OK, I don't even own a guitar. But, I sing really well in the car. Is it somehow possible that all these years I have been missing my calling? Is this ad girl destined for something more?It could be a family affair. Hubby can sing back-up. We'll duet. We'll sit by the pool in the evenings singing ballads to Baby Girl

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So, I want to go to the BlogHer conference so bad it's killing me. In my ad girl role, I am intrigued by the blogosphere. But, in my Yours Truly world I am dying to get the inside scoop on this fabulous community and become a part of these wonderful women.I mapped out my plan. I went to the bosses and pleaded my case. "It's a great resource. I'll learn about a new medium. I'll network with the

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I have a new best friend and I am giddy with excitement. Passing notes through ichat, talking to the wee hours, annoying any within earshot with our inside jokes. Wait a minute. I am 30 years old. I am a cynic. Why am I about to run out and buy one of those goofy half heart necklaces? And then it hit me. There is a simplicity in true friendship that you don't find very often as an adult. So

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Today is the first day of the rest of your life.And so begins my blogging.

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