Sabine Be Eyeglasses Frames — These frames are made in France and the style is called “Be Swag”
Yes, you are “one of those pet parents” and you’re proud of it. I know I am. The photos we take of Leona are high quality and are ready to frame, post and print. Why should she be the only pet in New York with amazing high quality photos? Now, we are offering your pets the same attention and detail that we give to our baby girl.
How to Get Happy Fast? Well, it’s the odd time of year when the weather messes with us, at least in New York. One day I’m wearing short shorts having sun beams fill my body with vitamin D and the next I’m getting snow pellets violently hoisted in my hair. In addition to Mother Nature being bipolar, everyday life stress tends to get the better of us. Why is that? There isn’t a stable sense of what’s happening lately—especially with the political climate that’s out there. We can’t get a true grasp of where we’re headed as a nation, much less you as a person.
I go through stages when it comes to posting on social media. There are periods when I post daily on Twitter, like Trump, but I don’t talk about walls or target people’s sadness levels, it’s usually GIFS of reality stars shaking a finger saying things like, “Yaaaas!” or “Oh no he didn’t.” There are times when I crash from platform fatigue and need a digital detox. You won’t see me for weeks except maybe on Snapchat. (Don’t judge) I believe our posting patterns ebb and flow, especially when it comes to our social practices on Facebook. In my time as a social media recruiter, blogger, and strategist — I’ve come across several types of people that certainly fall into one category or several that abuse and use social and we have grown to hate their posts. I’m proud to announce I’m five of the below and recovering from two. What Type of Social Media Poster Are You?
Last week while cooking, I got a 2nd degree burn on my hand that instantly made me look like I belonged under a bridge asking people riddles before they could cross. It was pretty gross and the pain that came along with it was miserable– lasting for 10 hours straight. That’s the last time I fry spam in a cast iron skillet.
German immediately transformed into Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman and ran off to get me burn spray, alocane, arnica gel, Neosporin, medical tape, wrapping bandages and a large Dr. Pepper. (Don’t judge)