I could not figure out what kind of bracket challenge could warrant two exclamation points so I clicked to find out. He was creating a group for the ESPN [college basketball] Tournament Challenge for March Madness. Joining would mean choosing the winners out of 64 teams. All I knew was CU was out and my alma mater, UW-Madison, was ranked pretty high.
I left a comment:
“It sounds like another social media time suck, so I’M IN!”
Even though it was free to enter, ESPN will award the first place winner a $20,000 Best Buy gift card and a trip to the 2015 Maui Invitational. Another winner will be chosen from the top 1%. Nathan is offering a query letter review or something else agreed upon to the first place winner of his group. There was plenty of incentive, so I checked it out.
After creating a profile, I found Nathan’s group. I knew I wouldn’t have a chance in hell of winning since I would be guessing while competing against 39 others, but I’m always up for meeting new people and liked the idea of trying something new. I was drawn into The Madness for the first time. Continue reading →
In social media, a little blue badge next to someone’s name means they have been verified. It differentiates the person or business as the real deal and not a copycat or crazed fan. Twitter has been verifying accounts for a while. Facebook began distributing badges last fall and Instagram is about to join the verification club.
I get pretty stoked when blue check people follow me like YouTube vlogger, Jenna Marbles. She has 3.75 million followers! That’s her dog, not Jenna.
Anyway, he said someone had DM’d him with an offer to sell him verification. The coveted badge could be his for one hundred and fifty dollars. He wanted my opinion. I told him it was probably a scam. Then I Googled Twitter verification and found this: Continue reading →
Last week, my son, Kelly, called after he received a phone message relaying the results of his back x-rays. He broke his L-5 and pelvis snowboarding six years ago and he had experienced a flare-up.The doctor prescribed anti-inflammatories and recommended not lifting anything over twenty-five pounds.The radiologist said they found a deformity and he should make a follow-up appointment.
What could that mean? Between my parents’ health and my own, I had a lot on my mind. My son’s health compounded my worry. I prayed for a sign of hope.
After 7 weeks of sitting home recuperating after surgery, I was ready for adventure. My husband, Danny, went skiing with work buddies, so I decided to drive up Friday night and meet him in the mountains. We have a home on Baldy Mountain just above the town of Breckenridge opposite the ski resort. I just about gave up packing my car since I was so exhausted, but forced myself to keep going. I HAD TO GET OUT OF THE HOUSE! On my way up, I hit a snowstorm, but love driving in snowy conditions even though it added an hour to my drive. I’m a Wild Driver.
As promised by my surgeon, I woke up Saturday morning with unbelievable energy after a steroid shot the Monday before. I decided to make a breakFEAST. While running to the grocery store, I pulled over next to a gnarly snowboarder dude with some pretty cool dreads waiting at the bus stop.
If we believe we are defined by who we are, then we can carry that knowledge with confidence and defy any kind of aging. Note to Self: Must sew up hole in pocket or start carrying confidence somewhere else.
I’m proud to be over fifty and hope to have many more years of Riding Wild. I fought cancer and won. I don’t take life for granted, but time can take its toll and we will be judged by how we look
That said, I think it’s unfortunate that it has become the norm to run to plastic surgeons for injections and procedures, sometimes with very unnatural results. When did the stretched out upper lip ever fool anyone into thinking the woman looked much younger? I’m not against these procedures, per se, just the injections by fluid ounce.
I wonder if women have lost perspective on aging. Don’t get me wrong. I am waging my own battle with the beast, but within reason. Continue reading →
I’m going on seven weeks since my partial knee replacement. I’m still laying in bed taking it easy and elevating while icing. I hate ice. Why can’t heat reduce swelling?
I went to my six week checkup on Monday not knowing what to expect. It’s never good when your doctor starts out by saying, “I expected you to be so much farther along. You’re at least two weeks behind.” He thought I’d be healed up and ready to ski and play tennis.
GAH! What the hell happened?
“Your knee is really angry. You need to calm it down.”
I looked at my pissed off knee and thought, What did I ever do to you? I’ve always loved my knobby knees. Oh yeah. I guess amputating bone and messed up cartilage then replacing it with a metal plate and plastic could put me on your shit list. Sorry!Continue reading →
February 14th is Valentine’s Day, the most divisive holiday of all. Some love it while others hate it. No news there.
But I had a thought.
What if we transform the couple’s celebration of exclusive, romantic love, to a day of inclusivity? Okay. I’m not talking about threesomes, but what if we twist the term, refocus the lens, and define it differently?
We could celebrate a day of sharing the love by sending out positive vibes to everyone we meet. There are a bazillion ways we could do that.
Pay it forward. On Valentine’s Day, put yourself out there to help someone who’s struggling.
Pay it backward. Buy coffee for the person behind you in line.
Go out of your way to use manners. Hold the door. Offer your seat. Say “Please,” and “Thank you.”
Make a few sincere compliments and someone might feel good about themselves.
Smile. I promise it won’t kill you and you’ll be surprised at the reaction, no matter where you live.
When driving, slow down. Use your blinkers. Let others into your lane. Why not go all out and actually stop at a stop sign.
Share the lovewith friends and family. Think outside the box. Plan an activity or have a get-together.
Share the lovewith yourself. Indulge in a treat or take some personal time doing something you love. Something that says, “I am so good at what I do and I appreciate myself.”
Instead of the FOMO (fear of missing out), on Valentine’s Day, you will feel like you did your part to share the love. Maybe you’ll will even have a story to tell when everything goes back to normal on the 15th. Who knows?
If everyone would share the love on February 14th, Valentine’s Day could become the best holiday of all!
Do you have any other ideas for “Sharing the Love?”
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