I wrote a letter to SNL. Just a simple email. I am sure an intern will read it and trash it (if I am lucky).
The holiday season makes me nuts. Maybe it’s the stress. Maybe it’s the endless To-Do Lists. Maybe the Ghost of Christmas Past enjoys churning things up a little too much.
I am trying very hard to live fearlessly (within reason). I am a wife and mom of two little kids. I am not talking about skydiving or running with the bulls. I am talking about something way scarier…
Shoes say a lot. The other day I took an adorable picture of my daughter wearing my high tops. I posted it on Instagram with the caption: “My Kinda Girl. She choses High Tops over High Heels.”
It got me thinking. What kinda girl am I?
Nothing was in my hand to swipe, type, beep, or ring some obnoxious (hardly clever) ring tone.
Take a break from the weekend heat and meet fellow, fabulous bloggers at Danny’s Meet and Greet!
The serial liker filled his/her “Like” quota for the day.
I avoided Facebook like the plague. I did not see its value. How the heck did people have 500 plus friends? I didn’t know, or truthfully, like 50 people.
What if all of these motivational pictures and posts are glanced at and swept away into the cyber sea of a Motivational Wasteland? Posting does not necessarily mean Connecting.