I just finished a lens about my start on Squidoo with a few little tips I learned along the way. That lens has led to a similar lens (still a Work in Process) with references to more tools I use for Squidoo. There was a lot of material for me to try to organize, as I’d kept notes of all activities over the course of a month and a half trying to figure out how the whole thing worked (I’m better than when I started, but still have a lot to learn!). While going through those notes, I started to wonder: Where exactly were all my lenses in Google? I know the ones that come up on the first page for my keyword or phrase, but I stopped tracking the others as my lens count grew.
Author: Erica
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Bye Bye Kindergarten
Last week my youngest, five-year-old-about-to-be-six Ryan, graduated from Kindergarten. That’s it. I will never be a mom of a Kindergartner again. (Pause…) Yay! He will tell you that he is now a “Firstie”, as in a first-grader. I’d never heard that term before. Obviously, in the gap between my middle son, 11, and Ryan they’ve developed some new vernacular for each of the elementary grades.
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It’s My Own Damn Fault
Oh, lord, I’ve been griping about work a lot lately. Stress, stress, stress. Projects hounding me, too much to do. Me – pulling my hair out and wishing I could be doing something different. And what should come along, but a big, fat reminder that it’s my own damn fault. A friend has put out a post on one of my favorite blogs, Squidlog and darn if he isn’t talking to me.
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In The Old Country…
My five year old son is swimming in the pool as I sit here at the patio table working on my laptop. It’s 9pm on a Saturday night on the outskirts of Phoenix and still 90 degrees outside. My five year old has a wild, creative imagination and says the funniest things. He’s a babbler so while he’s swimming he’s talking to me non-stop, making it a little difficult to concentrate but he’s so entertaining.
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Under Pressure
Chatting with my parents the other night, I mentioned how much work was knocking me flat. One project is eating me alive and a plate-full of others are screaming for attention. New ones are popping out of the woodwork. I haven’t felt this much stress in quite some time. I can feel it in my shoulders and my neck and it’s not just from sitting here humped over my laptop for hours each night.