There comes a time for many stay-at-home moms when they realize that they turn their hobby into a business. Throughout phases of motherhood, moms have chunks of time during the day to feed their creative side. Whether the kids may be napping or in school, moms can showcase their talents online quickly, easily and on the cheap.
When my son, who is now 15, was in 7th grade, I became appalled by the amount of time he and his friends spent online. None of them had Facebook pages. All the timesink occurred via gateway drugs like Google Buzz and iChatting and other communication vehicles I had never heard of.
Did you get a little freaked out when your Facebook profile completely changed overnight? Yeah, us too. Not to worry. We’ve done a little research to help you parse out the updates that were made and how they will affect you.
By now, you've probably heard of the latest and greatest social networking site to hit the scene: Google+. But between carpool, work, dinner and soccer practice, we know you might not have the time or energy to sit and learn yet another way to “connect” to the world. That’s why we’ve figured it out for you! Read on to discover the nuts and bolts of Google+, why it’s different and how you can use it. Don’t worry, we left all our techie jargon at home.
Marriage is hard work. It so easy for me to drift apart for periods of time from Jon while dealing with the trials and tribulations of navigating the early intervention system for our twins, navigating the public school system for Elby and attempting to ensure our house doesn’t smell like cat pee -and we don’t own a cat - take a moment with that one.
If you've been thinking about starting a biz or launching a new product but just don't know how or where to begin… I suggest beginning with the industry itself.
Twitter can bite me. Yeah, I know, I know, get with the social media program or get left behind. It’s not like I don’t have a Twitter account. I do. I got my account about a year or so ago so that I could keep up with the Joneses (if it’s even called the Joneses -seeing as I know no one with the last name Jones and I’m way behind on hip terminology -I still use “phat” as an adjective) but I’m having trouble giving a shit about what anyone tweets or twats or twitters or whatever you call it. Whatever!
For a while, I was feeling really on top of things, technologically speaking. When email first came out, back when I was in law school, I got on it right away. I was surfing the internet when people were still calling it the world wide web. My husband and I were early adopters of TiVo, digital cameras and Blue Ray.
I love boys....always have. There were the two Alans and a Brad, a Noah a Scott a Chris and a slew of Mikes...I wound up even marrying one. There were also the scandalous Todd and Lance. And, of course, there was the beautiful Dutch guy, Iljan, my summer camp love. It was an exquisite romance - six weeks of intense, young passion followed by a year of heartache when he went home to the Netherlands.
Confession: I have 738 Facebook friends.
In reality, I would only actually call up a handful of them to go to lunch with or to talk to while I'm making a long drive. I only talk to a couple dozen of them in person on a regular basis. And I sure as heck do not care that that one girl I met in college who friend requested me 5 minutes after we introduced ourselves is "going to work...then having a grilled chicken salad for lunch YUM! xoxo". Maybe this seems rude, but I don't expect them to care about what I'm doing every second of the day either!
