I’m in Las Vegas.
Enough about me.
Where are you? Who are you?
Tell me about you.
What's your story?
I want a parking pass into a snippet of your life. Dish it. STAT.
Do you love to travel ?
We can teleport ourselves all over the place and into each others lives. We can travel virtually by sharing our whereabouts. Unless you are in the witness protection program. Don’t share that shit.
Give me your ‘real life’ goods. The real stuff.
What part of the world are you hanging out in? Whatcha doing? What do you love to do? How do you keep yourself busy? Who do you love? What are you fed up with? What’s on your bucket list?
Shall I go first to get this party started ?
Do you need a sip of sumthin’ ?
Go get it.
Then… get back here and get ready to talk.
It’s time for you to spill the beans.
VIVA LAS VEGAS
Get ready to get ‘yer game on. I’m calling your name next.
I’m looking right at you. Put that sandwich down. You are telling me your story in a moment. You need both hands for this one.
Here’s a snippet into my week:
I was feeling pretty happy when I arrived in Las Vegas. Who wouldn’t ? Glam and glitz. Wowsers.
Reality Check :
I met the hotel magnifying mirror.
Note : A hotel magnifying mirror is lit up brighter than the Vegas Strip.
Those mirrors can find things better than an FBI profiler. They are like glow-in-the-dark magnification on steroids. The dreaded mirror finds things that you didn’t know even existed. Nor should you know that these things exist. Let sleeping dogs lie.
Dear Hotel designers,
A lit up magnifying mirror in the bathroom is like the little shop of horrors. Should I be thankful for the mirror, or rip it out of the wall and stomp on it with reckless abandon??!!
Seriously… no one should see their face so up front and personal. No one.
4 Reasons why magnifying mirrors should be banned:
1. The mirrors are like a bad relationship. Every time you look at them, you want out.
2. Even if you think you look good before heading out…. one glance in the larger than life magnifying mirror will change your mind.
3. The mirror is like looking through binoculars at Jurassic park. Suddenly, you are a prehistoric beast with deathly dry skin issues.
4. That face in the mirror is not you. It is your evil twin. The ugly one. The one with random sprouts of hair in odd places. And sideburns. Gasp.
1. Throttle the mirror.
2. All mirrors should come with an instagram filter. Everything looks good with an Instagram filter. Problem solved. Or PicMonkey it. PicMonkey will remove your wrinkles, give you a spray tan and whiten your teeth. And you think I joke.
Now it’s your turn.
Tell me your story. I want to know about you. What part of the world are you in?
What can you share ? :
** Share your favourite blogger. It better bloody well be me. Jokes. No. Really. If you want to know my fave bloggers ~ you can find them here : OMG, I love these bloggers.
** Share your thoughts and feedback. Unless they suck. Then don’t tell. I have had three negative blog comments in the past year. All of them drove me to drink a stiff shot of whiskey through my clenched teeth. Then the sudden urge to high-five the negative commenter. With a table lamp.
There. Warned. Fair and square. I will punch you if you say mean things.
Share your favourite things….like recipes or DIY ideas. Something outside of the box. Slightly absurd is completely acceptable.
Share anything that tells me about the real you.
What you shouldn’t share :
Your bra size.
The contents of your diary.
The last time you shaved your legs.
You can share your story in the comments below or share in the listly attached list. It’s all very easy to do.
How to add yourself to the list :
1. You can attach a URL link to your blog or web page. Or you can simply attach a photo, tell a story, add the kitchen sink. You can pretty much do anything. If a listly list could cook dinner, I would marry it.
Note : With the list ~ you will need to sign in via Twitter, LinkedIn, Facebook or Google + to prove that you are a real human being. No aliens allowed.
After you sign in ( it takes seconds) just click ‘add to list‘ and you are off to the races.
Wham. Bam. You are done like dinner. So simple.
What's your Story ?
Tell me who you are. Where you are from. Are you a blogger ? Deep sea diver? Mom of 12 kids ? A surfing Dad ? Gardener ? FBI agent ? What part of the world are you in ?
My ABOUT ME page:
Design the Life You Want to Live. A lifestyle blog with some fun & goofball wit along the way. DIY, travel, interior design & home decor ideas.
Let's see. I'm in a 160-year old farmhouse in very upstate NY, cold, snowy and a little gray this time of year. I've had a home-based biz for 20 years, while raising two well-adjusted geniuses (in case they see this). I'm 56, and last year I thought it might be fun to learn to play the drums. In a bagpipe band. With no musical experience. So now my weekends include parades, graduations and competitions, along with genius-daughter, who plays the pipes. It's her fault. The kilt is cool, but the bonnet would make Halle Berry look, well, not cool. Or even remotely good-looking. This distracts me from all my other issues, which means I don't have to deal with them, right? Works for me. So far. I read everything I can get my hands on, especially if it's escapist. I'm seeing a pattern here. Mostly I like blogs that make me laugh, and occasionally spit coffee. Like this one. Hope Vegas is a blast, and you get lots of blog-fodder, I can't wait!
How To Leave Marriage
How we built a world wide business from broke. From a remote property in rural Australia. Before the internet. Before email. With only one landline. And a fax machine. ~Carol Jones, Ironing Diva❤
Link to my blog that I started when first diagnosed with cancer in 2010
a blog about my adventures in art, a little life and other stuff.
Hey Lynne!...checking in from Hartsville South Carolina! fyi...'round here it's "hey" not hi. (I made that mistake in Georgia once trying to get someone's attention...they just said "hey" in several syllables I might add, waved and walked on by!) I moved here in May 2012 and bought a 4+ acre blueberry farm by myself...I am woman hear me scream for help!..(.I mean, roar.) I also grow pecans, muscadines, figs...which are a little bit of heaven, blackberries, raspberries and heirloom vegetables of all kinds. I am working toward giving my full time attention to farming in about 3 years. I spend every Saturday at the farmers market selling produce and making friends...sorry to say it is about the only place I go to meet people. (Not much of a social life, I know). My current career is as a microbiologist for a medical manufacturer and hospitals are my customers, so farming is much more fun in every possible way! My children are grown and both live almost as far away as humanly possible, in L.A. It's not easy for a mom to hug through skype but I try. Actually, every time I see their beautiful faces, it makes me cry. I miss them so much but do feel a bit guilty that I am glad they are out of the nest! All that means is roots and wings, right? I want you to know I tried the grapevine ball you demonstrated (since I have many, many grapevines to prune in February...oops March). It was harder than I thought, especially since I did not use wire but it turned out fabulously! Now I am ruined because I just want to hang them from every branch and won't rest until I do.(I didn't need another project, so thanks alot ;?) My passion is farming. I love the smell and feel of dirt in my hands and I get it honestly from my tiny Italian grandfather who grew enough to feed his large family. I used to follow him around in the garden when I was little but, actually, it could have been the bag of hershey's kisses in his pocket, not the dirt at that point. Either way, I am proud to be a woman farmer. I am meeting many other strong women farmers through FB, and cool blogs. (Although you are not a farmer, I still love reading yours...!)
I have 3 large dogs ready to turn trespassers into compost (going to make a sign like that I saw on Pinterest) and 2 cats. (One cat is named Cindy Crawford due to the perfect placement of a beauty mark on the left side of her upper lip.) Pleae visit my website and my blog link at the bottom. I think I have one follower, but you could be the second!
Bon nuit! Suzanne @ Le Farm
I am Molly, an American girl living in Italy. It's a beautiful place to visit [full stop]. My favorite things about living here are Munich, Paris, and Istanbul. I travel. My heart is for animal welfare because humans tend to suck at it. I'm slouching toward veganism, but I'm weak. I am an artist but as yet haven't the ovaries to ask strangers for the kind of money other artists do. I am a writer but, sadly, not a story-teller. When my mother died, I would have come completely unspooled, but that's not how she raised me. I have been a dock attendant, a veterinary nurse, and executive assistant to a mad man. I was trained to serve coffee at 30,000 ft and evacuate 150 people in 45 seconds. My life ~as much as my blog~ has a laser focus and nuclear drive. No.... wait... it's the other thing. But certainly an E Ticket ride (extra points for aging me and outing yourself for remembering that reference).
Hey there.......just stumbling into your blog. Dang. That hurt. Not really. Pretty painless actually. I'm Pam. I'm in NH, 6 miles from our little 19 miles of coast. I blog about the good things in our life....people, places, food, art, photography, and whatever else I feel like. I like to laugh. A lot. I like to make people laugh. A lot. . I have a real city girl/country girl problem. I live in the country but love the city, maybe because I've live there too. I hate cancer and quite frankly, am pretty gd sick of it screwing with people I love. Obsessed with PInterest too. LOVE meeting people all over the world through blogging. Been married almost 25 years. NOt sure how that happened. No kids by choice, but we love other people kids. Have always had a dog and would be sad without one. Enjoy a magarita or two and am usually the last to go to bed at a party. Nice to meet you Lynne. Pam aka Pam the Wham, aka Pammy, aka Pamela or you can even call me by the dogs name, I've answered to that too. That's what happens in a big family. Oh yeah, I have had my own pr/adv/marketing biz for 18 years and I have an esty shop where I sell my illustrations. Um, that's not me in the picture. In case you were wondering. It's figs.
Don’t have a social media presence?
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I will come and find you.
Are you worried now?
I told you that I work for the FBI, right ?
The SWAT team.