Trends That Are Changing The Way Brands Market To Consumers

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Were you aware that the first smart phone was IBM’s personal communicator in 1994?

Yeah…me neither. I was still using flip phones until 2010.

Did you further know that Facebook was introduced in 2004?

And here I thought it came out about a month before I joined it in 2008 because it sure did seem to get real popular once I signed on.

I also had no clue that youtube.com was a thing in 2005 or that twitter came alive in 2006 since all I was managing to accomplish online at that time was send jokes via email.

And marketers have been scrambling to keep up as more and more people go on line to keep up with the rest of the world.

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For Sale: Some Modesty, Humility And A Bit Of My Morals. The Cost? Just My Soul…

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dressSoon after clothes were invented for the female, someone invented scissors to create three skimpy outfits for every one Bess the dress maker would create to cover the female body.

Why did this happen?

Was it for comfort so the female could ditch the corset and eat and breathe at the same time?

Or was it because these pioneering women dwelled in the same Desert in Phoenix I grew up in and were just done being drenched in sweat before they finished dressing?

Who knows…I wasn’t there.

But as I was saying, being totally bored with the hum drum look of  ankle length dresses, humanity rebelled and females turned to new challenges.

Leggings and wonderbras. Spandex and parachute pants. Bikini’s and g-strings.

The cost?

Becoming eye candy.

(Golly, what did anyone think would happen when the only thing left to the imagination was whether or not that was your natural hair color?)coke

So…news spread quickly, as it does, and suddenly moms and grandmas everywhere were taking off their bras and proclaiming their independence from “the man.”

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Who’s Been Sleeping In My Bed Getting What I Get, When I Don’t Get It… @bedbugdotcom #fanilow @barrymanilow

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musicIt’s past time for me to come clean and admit what many have known for a long time…

I, the rock loving, head banging, better known as your stereotypical  mad mom, am a #fanilow.

I totally Pandora Barry when I clean the kitchen.

And what does that have to do with today’s post? Nothing…

I just thought it would be a fun way to suck you into my blog, which is brought to you today from my friends at Bed Bug.

As many of you know I enjoy re-writting songs and since Barry isn’t sure who’s been sleeping in his bed and because I agreed to review bedbug.com, I couldn’t think of a better way to pay tribute to Mr. Manilow and bed bugs everywhere.

Please watch Barry’s video so you can get the tune stuck in your head, and then follow along with my new lyrics.

This is gonna be so cool…

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“Sell Me, You Mad Mom…Just Like One Of Your French Girls. I Mean, French Cut Diamonds. @DiamondLtHouse

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woman and diamondsI’ve always wanted to have a reason to use that “French Girl” reference in conversation and now I have.

Thanks to Diamond Lighthouse getting in touch and asking me to poke around their website, I found the perfect excuse to pull a little “Jack and Rose” conversation of my back pocket.

Well, that and the fact that they have a  cool twitter page and I sort of stole part of a tweet to write my title.

But anyway, I can now scratch that Titanic reference off the bucket list.

So, okay…back to business.

Did anybody get a diamond for the holidays that they absolutely can’t wait to get rid of?

Yeah, me either.

But I’ve heard it happens.fly

Ya know, like when your Great Aunt Gladys bequeaths you her grandmothers diamond encrusted ostrich from the Civil War or when your future mother in law pins the “something old” on your wedding dress and it turns out to be a pee-green diamond.

Shaped like a fly.

Eww…

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Craft Activities For Your 12-Year-Old

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imagesMaking crafts with kids is often an enjoyable learning experience, but some kids are pickier. Those in their pre-teen years may lose interest quickly, so it’s best to find crafts that they can share easily.

Woven Paper Flowers

These flowers are made with yarn and paper plates, and they can be used to decorate a room or locker. Cut the edge of the plate so that it forms petal shapes around the center. Place colored yarn between two petals, and string it to the space across from the slot. Keep doing so until all the petals have yarn between them, then make a small hole in the middle and stick the yarn through and tie it to the initial end. Once the base is set, weave a new color of yarn in and out of the lines to create the center of the flower, and keep on until the desired colors and patterns are made.

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Got My First Letter From Santa In 37 Years…He Says He’s Not Coming…

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santaYou’d think after all the years I spent on Santa’s lap he’d be willing to overlook the fact that I gave birth to six demanding children who insist on the impossible for Christmas…

But nope…Santa’s gone rogue and insists he’s skipping the Madhouse this year.

Why?

According to his letter he can’t keep up with my kids and is pretty sure that the children’s father and I have been paying them to make unrealistic requests and drive him to permanent retirement at the Breckenridge Home for the insane.

But I swear…that only happened once.

Well, twice, but we don’t talk about the 2nd incident with anyone outside of immediate family.

Plus our lawyer told us not to.

So…as I was saying, according to Santa my kids are driving him to indulge on egg nog with all of their wants and he’s totally done.

Oh,  he also stated that he still wasn’t happy with my request last year when I asked for a non-drip mop for those days when I have tosanta and kids clean root bear from the ceilings.

And more spoons.

Ya know, to replace the ones my kids use digging to China.

At this point you’re probably wondering what could have possibly happened that caused so much discourse in my interpersonal relationship with the fat man.

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Why Was My Friend Murdered? #domesticabuse

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dawnLast week my friend was murdered by her estranged husband. This picture to the left is my friend.

He’d been planning it for weeks.

And I’ve found out in the week since her death is that she wasn’t completely honest about some things in her life, which she wasn’t obliged to be, and I am shocked that she still even had a husband.

I’m not blaming her. Matter of fact, I think I understand her omissions, but I am hurt and angry that some of us who knew her weren’t given the opportunity to help her and thus, maybe preventing this tragedy from happening.

I met my friend in the late 80’s, only I didn’t realize it until a decade later when I started shopping at a closer grocery store and saw her working there. We recognized each other since we’d hung with the same crowd even though we’d gone to different high schools.

From 1998 until last week I saw my friend almost every week. She’d been working at Fry’s for 30 years and whenever I shopped we’d chat about friends, family, music, make jokes and tease each other.alone

We had so much in common. We were even pregnant together with our youngest kids.

And then one day I noticed a change in her behavior and her sudden weight loss. So much so that I told her she was starting to look like a 7th grade boy and what was she doing, smoking crack?

She told me that her husband had left her.

That was the first time I think she wasn’t honest with me.

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“MOM! If You Really Care, You’d Play With My Hair!”

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fussyThere’s something really shocking that happens when one gives birth to a girl after having five sons.

It’s called being introduced to the “attitude.”

And my sweet Mary totally has one.

Or as the boys call her, “Little Miss Fussy.”

Or Veruca Salt. Depends on their mood.

And her disposition.

So I wasn’t surprised when Mary toddled into the family room a few weeks ago and accused me of not loving her enough since I’d recently run out of idea’s for her hair and she’d had braids, pony tails or pig tails for months.

I stopped dinner preparations and turned to her. “Oh…well…sorry I can’t think of anything new after seven years of doing your hair almost every, single day of your life.”

“How hard can it be mom? Just look something up on youtube.com.” And off she went to go bake herself a cake in her little Easy Bake Oven.disney pricess

UGH…I’m sick of “how to’s” on youtube.com.

I scratched my head and said to myself, “Self…how are we going to make this child a little more grateful that she even gets to have hair on her head? After all, we’ve been washing, drying, brushing and styling it since birth, so technically it’s our hair…

Let’s go set Veruca straight.” And I walked out of the kitchen to give her what for.

And then I decided to check my email instead.

Because that’s always more interesting than conflict-resolution with a seven-year-old.

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Put Your Head On My Pillow, Hold It In Your Arms…Baby! @headleveler

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imagesShh…I know, I know…I’ve just changed the lyrics from Paul Anka’s “Put your head on my shoulder,” for this Customized Headleveler Pillow I’m reviewing, but bear with me here. The song is totally stuck in my head.

Put your head on this pillow
Hold it in your arms, baby
Squeeze it oh so tight
Show it that you love it too

Put your cheeks on the pillow
Won’t you rest on it, baby
Just a kiss goodnight, maybe
You and it will fall in love
(You and it will fall in love)

Okay…concert’s over. You may commence reading my review now.

This made-to-measure, personalized, custom made, washable pillow I received from HeadLeveler for an honest review is simply AMAZING!!!!

Okay…review’s over.

No wait, there is no way this review is over, nor are there enough words for me to explain how incredible this pillow truly is.

lay downBut let me try.

Oh my gosh…the last time I slept this comfortably I think I was still in the womb.

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