Yayyyyyyyyyyy I did get to write again: the "Lil bit of Attitude" as an ode to my daughter's BDay and to release my brain of all these ideas, so I can slumber. It is snowing outside a bit. (that is why we reference slumber, you nap during the day, or sleep during summer). Nothing anywhere near the East coast of the US, we would be just as shocked with this sort of storm: it would be unusual for Canada, except the very far oceanic east coast. They share the Atlantic: blame her! I truly would like to thank Mark Zuckerberg .......... Thanks https://www.facebook.com/zuck and Facebook ... I haven't quite figured out why or how you blessed me? But 100 or more followers a day is quite outstanding. One could wonder if you are merely showcasing how greater the power of Facebook + Commerce is over Twitter? Whatever the reason, big THANK YOU. Although, I have no idea how to respond to the imploding direct messages: I can't possibly answer you all. Although, I will continue to manage and respond under "NOTIFICATIONS" to those that include me in public communications. That will keep the integrity of social media: it isn't a gi-HUGE dating meat market or chat room. I am not looking for anyone nor trying to solve anyone's problems in love. I'm taken. Simply, nuff said. Thanks again Mark ~ what a ride! Thank YOU.
"Oh, my, this one has attitude!" exclamed the delivery nurse. Who may have been saying "here's another one" to the tired, adrenaline-rushed parents of this newborn creation ..... of theirs. A mixture of disbelief and amazement as this gaze upon this near perfect little human girl. Minutes from being in a warm, comfortable womb. Indignant at the harsh introduction she hadn't anticipated she let out a howl. This little beauty grew and grew: and sang "take me out to the Ball Game" at a mere 16 months. As a party favor, she blasted through the adults polite conversation, as their jaws dropped and gaped open at a special experience unfolded. Discussion began. How amazing is it that a little burst of energy could sing to the rafters, in such abandon, glorying in the musical flutes her own tonsils gave. Oblivious to the expressions of anyone around her. She liked bursting out and singing. Her abandon to anything akin to self-conscious expression. The audience crossed between envy and awe. How could such a little thing stand up, be so proud, and sing with such abandon? At ONLY 16 months. The parents who were always ready with a video camera were stunned into inaction. The musical notes combined with gusto and self-exuberance. How could they have created such a ... umm... creature? Alas, it was a daughter. They should have had their seat belts tightened. Yet they didn't do anything. Why should they? They weren't puppeteers, merely creators. They wondered, however, how can they take credit for such a beauty with such a powerful voice?
As the little girl developed and continued to grow became as ever a sight to behold. At 2, this confident, clever, creation would insist that she was a princess. Her hard-working mother and father fascinated, would wonder: how could a princess be born and insist she was one. They were, although not average folk, wondered how they could be responsible for this envisioned little lady? Then, one day, when the father was away at work, slagging dragons called life and career, the mother bent over a captive keyboard for job. A nanny, on call, living out, ever present, vacuuming the castle always to shine, was focussed on leaving a tread in the carpet, hadn't noticed her charge, who had transformed into an escapee to her mother's home office. Sneaking in, quietly, taking and absorbing every last detail. Alas, the mother noticed the scamp in her midst. The little joy did ask: "Mommy, what are you doing?" Lest the mother cause disillusionment of the responsibility of working and career, she tenderly said: "I am working. When you grown up, you will likely work too. What is it that you think you'll do too? The predictable reply did unfold "why, when I am grown up, I will be a princess!" Said with such convincement, less mortal men or mothers would never argue. However, the mother did sigh. She then glanced around, realizing that the King was not home nor was the princess' guard on command. She did try to dispell the disillusionment which chance had burst, said to her darling daughter with such thirst, for life, for dreams, goals and confidence: "why Sweetie, you will be princess when I am a queen!" Rationalizing that being realistic of drastic importance. Then to her utter dismay her daughter did respond: "Why mommy, I didn't know that you were a queen!!" The days grew onwards and upward the girl grew, when tragedy did brew. The media, the news, the television, no matter how one flew, protested the death of a princess many thought they knew. When dinner one day, was being prepared by her mother. As the news and the television broadcast the cover: A princess died while so many fed .. on the photos, paparazzi with the princess photos they led. How sad to have such a wonderful soul cut short, would end up causing this young four-year-old lady to retort: "That is so sad to hear about the princess." The mother, astonished, that this little girl wisdom, attuned to the news and the stories that bloomed. She asked her daughter, in parenting skills on high alert, how do you feel about this story? The daughter said "Sad". The mother now curious, nowhere near mad. Asked her little one why would she say so. When the gem said "well, I am a princess, so this one I should know". This is a reflection of a mother, rediscovering the journey she started with her daughter. She has just turned 23, in second year of university, dedicated to fine arts, art history and philanthropy. A mother's pride never diminishes with age. If anything, it flourishes as cheerleading captain of her daughter's journey. Happy Birthday sweet, beautiful daughter O mine.
IMAGE: is my face saying "oh crap, caught on camera!" like this gem, or catching your attention to established true #klout as the author/initiator of #bestofeverything hashtag for the populace. The early adopters will be the #socialmedia #influencers: who really know that networking in the www.sphere is truly the most amazing experience, very few grow inner awareness that channels. Those people who become authorities on relationships: networking, friendship, talent pool, think tank who rise above the rafters from the very big, crowded, noisy environment. Almost to the heavens in the proud connection that would blow the mind anyone not a member of this very unique club. A lot of the offshoots of superstardom stemmed from the use of #hashtag on Twitter. These very clever folk traded ideas around and formed this very safe, secure web of trusted peeps, tweeps or simply said friends. Some of us emerged as visionistic visionaries: purveying information, usually connected, fueled and powered by their passion. Others became notable names in the traditional media via their writing for big brand media names or dominance in print ::: to allow them to emerge as a bigger, stronger, collaborative, connected to mindset: BIG example being MASHABLE. Now that I've been a Blogger for only five years, I am humbled by the visionary risk they took, expelling the most compelling sources of news via media. They are so "finger on the pulse" that what we are thinking, buying, considering or evaluate partaking in. To whom they have extended to the Millennials attitude, capturing that audience as well.
MASHABLE's unique perspective: Appeals to such a wide, ginormous mass audience. As any over-achiever usually does, I evaluate:
what I am doing,
wonder what I should be doing,
am I doing what I should.
That inner reflection implodes a mass of stronger goals, beliefs, values that become deal makers or deal breakers. Only the very elite will really GET this. They can relate. They may be a champion, a leader, a successor of a train of this powerful voice. As mentioned, as some have already re-immersed themselves back into the mainstream fold, to observe, take in, understand, humanize, intellectualize so that they can bring it back to the very few (in comparison) crowd of GETTers and GO-GETTERS. Which one will you be? Have you decided? Well, you will if your inner quest sent out to the universe or God or Allah to send back your path. (your cheat sheet, Coles Notes, memory bank). I hope you will stay for the ride with me, laugh over our journey of understanding our true purpose, so that others can eventually celebrate this as one of your accomplishments. The further upward mobile you become, the far-reaching and widespread you will be recognized for.
Two amazing people from forever ago: Helen Keller and Charlie Chaplin
Some of you already of you have. Others unsettled looking for a new reinforcementof staying firm with your goals, your antennas on high alert on something that resonates with you, and have discovered a club of and for the gifted, enlightened, creative force. The catch being, you cannot join the force, unless you recognize it within you. There will be mentors,chaperones ,winersand emoters standing on the sidelines cheering you on and push you to strive higher and better. Each individual having a unique goal that can almost be linked to DNA.
It's the awards season, so let er rip ::: good heavens not a rip! There were some stunning, fun, and faux pas to be had tonight, for those who took in the Critics Choice Awards on A&E Arts and Entertainment Network.
Crisp, clear graphics worth noticing.
::: the sets and design aspects were spectacular; whoever did it should get lots of credit because we'll want to see more of them. The graphics were crisp and superb. The portporri of guests, presenters, losers, winners was extraordinary. ::: loved the social media spin that was fun: #tweetTHIStoDRINK to the +Critics' Choice Movie Awards and marketing genius to have a tablet on every table for the famous and now-just-famous to click and clack to post live.
::: the faux pas of the night (I couldn't find a picture of Constance Wu's presenting image) but the glaring stain on her dress bespoke of foodie accidentress. We sometimes forget how intimidating and nerve-wracking it must be to emerge onto the world stage of entertainment seemingly overnight. It was an average dress that acsentuated her lack of breasts. That was a recurring scene it seemed tonight. To give Constance props, I would on the other hand, give her the best hairdo or braids of the night:
::: the most gracious of acceptance speech that resembled an amazing turnaround and humility was by Sylvester Stalone:
::: we often forget that the accessories make the look or set the mood. Done by none other than the pretty Jennifer Anniston for the best pair of eyeglasses:
Even EOnline agreed with me, that the specticle by Jennifer was worth noticing.
::: the most unoriginal or uninspired fashion tone were set by MAD MAXX FURY even though it grabbed a fistful of awards. As if the awards were an afterthought for the film execs, directors, financiers to grace with their presence, it was underscored by the lack of imagination by these two gals who looked ready for clubbing, not an awards ceremony of distinction. Gasp or gag me with a spoon:
::: it was well worth, watching until the very end, if only to be enraptured by Sharon Stone's classy ensemble and engaging presentation:
::: double winner in my books: again Sharon Stone for her age-appropriate look that bespoke class and sophistication:
Loved the DO Sharon! Applaud the air of class and poise:::
::: and who can forget the cutest speech ever by Jacob Tremblay who held those much greater in age captive by his graceful and mature maneuvers ... you couldn't but help think "adorable" when they put a block for him to stand on to reach the microphone, and even then needed help.
::: and the overall vibe of the show was excellent. The host, TJ Miller, showed some good humour with The Captain as sidekick to add zest and a nod to the elders in a room full of Millennial mayhem, GenX inclusion, and make up for the Oscars color representation with multinational flare. The gig by TJ was done superbly, even if some of us *sniff* remember the original engenuity of its creator:
::: the tracks will be memorable even with Amy Schumar's MVP speech stunted and stilted. Perhaps she gets less funny, when she gets plastered, contrary to popular belief.
::: the most I got out of the CriticsChoice awards was the plethera of new worth binge-watching candidates. You know I'll be raving about the ones that are the #bestofeverything :::
The most disturbing thing that happened to me. I am more than a Blogger. I'm a bbbiiiiiiigggggg thinker. How else would you explain the phenomenon of having more than one blog now?
WEAK? WRECKS? A little arrogant wouldn'tchasay?
I started @optioneerJM more as an experiment. I was at a phase in my life where meaningful career seemed more important than just about anything. I was intimidated by social media. I was fascinated. Talk about the BIGGEST chat outlet in the world eh? With offshoots who climb the ladder like #Twitter and Facebook's Mark or a big engine that is driving information to the cloud ahead of Apple by a long moon shot, Google. The latest phenomenon I had was this unrelenting addition of followers on Facebook. Now Twitter has been a steady climb to 16,000 followers. Yet this influx by Facebook is simply amazing. I do think we cross paths with the same quality of person you represent: ethical, honest, integrity, intelligent, creative, artistic, caring, smart, savvy, quick thinking, think tank establishment member, influencer, klout, KRED, in your city, country or area of interest. Let's be clear::: there are 90% male and 10% female adding me at an alarming rate. I wouldn't think that a 54 year old gal from Calgary, Canada could generate this much interest. Perhaps all looped under my real name::: Jeannette Marshall. I want my karma under check because what I'm sending out to the world is a rich benefactor, not a rich husband looking for a blonde-haired, green-eyed dynamo. OK, granted I am a little feisty. I have closeted that in focused avoided negativity persona. And there are days when I think::: life sucks. Or other days when someone pisses me off and all I want to do is rant about it.
That is why the #bestofeverything people think outside the box!
Maybe there is an untapped side to me in social media:::the rantingside. Don't worry, that doesn't impact my image of fashionista and unofficial Ambassador of Menopausal women everywhere. Nor the status of upstanding citizenship and classy demeanor. Stay tuned for what I liked from tonight's #criticsaward #bestofeverything with pinash and pizazz in my Blog to follow::: I'll wait a little bit and hold off on the new rantingside ::: but then again, I think I sorted did:::ranting where I had no audience basically and as likely as this and my other blogs, or I should say least likely to read. Wishing you a fantastic, successful, fashionista sensation in 2016!
