Nothing is not the right answer. Blogging is not it either. I wish it were.
Do you get roped into things? Do you sometimes feel like you’ve been branded as the girl who says yes to too many things at once?
Sometimes I feel like I’ve kicked up so much dust, that a can of worms might be a good thing in comparison. Today I talked to our CPA and learned about 501(c)(3), and I hope we’ve filed all out paperwork. I created a program for our Western Regional Breakfast that’s happening at the NCSS Conference in Boston next month. I found out about awards for the program. I learned about the Woodlake Rodeo. I did laundry, made lunch and dinner, cleaned the kitchen, took a walk, went to the post office and mailed a letter to a 10-year-old P.O. Box and I hope to find the person who owns the bottom picture to get her permission to use it, so promise me that you won’t steal it.
I posted important stuff on Facebook for CCSS. So the truth is that today, I’ve done a lot, but can I remember it when my husband comes home and asks me what I’ve done? I do, but that was the wrong question. Does he really want to listen to me list it all? I think you know that answer. That’s why I’m telling YOU – and guess what? He’ll end up reading about it on Facebook tomorrow. hehehe 🙂
Right this second I’m feeling a little light headed (yes, I did get my hair cut, but only about 2-3 people even missed the 5-6 inches I’ve chopped off) But that’s not why I’m light headed. I’m dizzy with excitement because I’m almost finished with my book, Images of America Woodlake – 15,894 words out of a total possible of 8,000 to 18,000, and 192 pictures out of a possible 200. What I’ve learned cannot even come close to a limit of 18,000 words. That has been the hardest part. Collecting pictures from those whose names I get from friends, and of those, the ones who return my call or email. Those are the ones whose minute pieces of the story get in the book. Some people have given me hundreds of photos. Some only one. I have to leave out so much, and someone’s feelings are bound to get hurt when the book is published. There is SOOOOO much more to tell. But, that is not my story – at least not for this book.
So what did you do today? Do you need someone to listen to your list? Write it in the comment section. There, doesn’t that feel better? You really did do something today!
History gals can learn new tricks! Out of necessity, I have become one of the Facebook queens. After three years of using it regularly, I still find that I constantly learn something helpful. I use Facebook in three ways.
A personal page. This is the easy first step to Facebook. I joined with a valid email account, and I post pictures and make comments. I don’t really care ( and by that I mean report to anyone about) about statistics other than it’s a nice pat on the back when someone comments or likes something I post. I have to admit that I like likes. 🙂
What sets this account apart from the others is how random it is. Whatever strikes me at the moment, I post, from a lost dog picture, to Christmas photos, blog entries, unusual weather and trips.
I try to avoid posting yawn topics like, “I got up at 6:07.48 am and brushed my teeth.”
Something that can be disconcerting is that a personal page can be full of personal messages might be better sent as an instant message, which is private. But it is my page, and if I don’t care if the world knows that my all my underwear was locked in the washer full of water for three days, then I guess ….
This account is important in a business situation when I want to reach someone and I don’t have their email address. Today I searched on Google for for presidents of state councils for the social studies when I didn’t have a website for the state. I found two or three people that way. They don’t always respond, but I try to be open and let them know who I am, and most people respond eventually.
A professional page. I’ve started several of these from my personal page, and I’m not sure how to do it otherwise. As an administrator, I can invite others to be administrators. Only administrators can post on these pages, but viewers can comment. I was frustrated at first because no one posted or interacted. In my experience this page is more for pushing information than interacting. This account is focused – or it should be, but it can still be personal. The face of the company or organization has personality. If a member of our organization has a good experience at school that they post on FB, I will sometimes share it. I have to cut and paste their post or it shares on my personal page. Usually the biggest hits on this account are upcoming events with a flyer or any information about legislation that affects us as an organization.
The group page. I joined groups as an administrator before I really understood the purpose of groups. Since then I’ve been involved with a writing group and several groups from my town of Woodlake. I have found this form of Facebook most interactive for several reasons.
There is a moderator of the group. What impressed me most was when the moderator introduced themselves and welcomed me personally and asked others in the group to do the same. Several of them did. Then some of them became friends with my personal account. I also get a lot of likes on my personal page from some moderators.
There seems to be more open dialogue on the posts, almost like a personal account, but more focused. People don’t necessarily know each other when they start talking, unlike on a personal page, but they get acquainted quickly. Sometimes the conversations veer from the topic of the original post, but usually an outsider can read it and know what’s happening.
Because group pages are moderated, the moderator can delete comments that might not pertain to that group. I have deleted posts and ultimately people from the group who post advertising on our California Council for the Social Studies group page because their ads don’t fit the purpose of the group page. The moderator can also add questions, comments or contests that will encourage others to participate.
All three types of pages have their uses, as do other types of social media. The trick is using the right page for the right impact.
We didn’t travel far to experience the fastest breaking the trainer had ever seen. The rattlesnake trainer travels all over California, and maybe the country, breaking dogs from sniffing, hunting, attacking or otherwise annoying rattlesnakes.
Kalev is not particularly aggressive towards rattlesnakes, but because of her size, we didn’t want to take any chances. It was time to break her of any latent tendencies towards rattlesnake hunting.
The process was simple, and took about 5 minutes once her number was called. The trainer cuddled her for a second to gain her trust as he slipped a shocking collar around her neck. She fell for him.
First he took her on the porch where a small dead rattle snake lay curled in a little circle. It didn’t smell like cow pies or a dead mouse, so she avoided it. It probably hadn’t been dead long enough. No shocker collar action for her on step one.
Next the trainer led her to some big scary rocks where a fake snake sound rattled from between the boulders. Again, she showed extreme disinterest.
Then the trainer had a real treat, snake smells rubbed in the grass. He coaxed her towards it, and she took the bait. He zapped her instantly telling her to avoid tempting snake smells at all costs.
To pass the test she had to run across the grass containing a live snake and come to me while avoiding the snake. She started out to make a beeline for me, but screeched to a stop when she smelled his venomous body hidden in the tall grass. She gingerly stepped aside, and ran towards me.
That was three years ago. Today, she will still hardly walks on grass – even ours. She balances on the rock wall rather than touch the manicured lawn until she gets to just the right place, then she tiptoes over to take care of business, jumping back to the safe rocks when she finishes.