The Planets Collide: Or How One Puppy “Adopted” Our Universe

Jupiter

Jupiter is Home

About a week ago, Walton Boy and I were living pretty carefree lives. And then came a picture of four Welsh Corgi/ Australian Cattle mix puppies into my inbox. The four darlings were residing at Canine Pet Rescue and were garnering much attention via the CPR Facebook page. I am a big softie when it comes to the “aww” factor, and usually have enough willpower to just walk away. However, found myself going back and looking at that photo wondering about them. I am a true animal lover, have raised many a 4 legged/fins/fur and helped care for more than one menagerie of pets growing up. Most recently, last July, I had to make the heart wrenching decision to put down my thirteen year old feline “baby” when she had a severe stroke. Many friends offered to help me locate another pet, but Lucy’s loss was too much to think about in my mind. So, a new animal- especially a puppy- seemed unlikely. Walton Boy also had his own share of pet loss; in fact, although at least 3 years had gone by, he still missed “Buck & Scoundrel .” We had certainly entertained the idea of getting a pet- but just like we sometimes can’t reach a decision on sushi at dinner, we kept a good dialogue going since no decision could be made. Someday. Just not now.
Now, there sat a picture, and as I told my dear Southern “Big Sister,” there was something about these puppies that was different. Maybe it was my attraction to the mixed breed, which i knew both were of smart canine ability. Plus, a Corgi was a breed WB and me had agreed upon. So I did the right thing, deleted the photo. Then promptly took the 2nd copy of the photo home on my iPhone to show Walton Boy. He raised an eyebrow. Ok, both. Were we ready? Did we want the responsibility? I could only keep coming back to a very solid, decisive and knowledgeable conclusive talking point. So cute, and uber adorable puppies! (Lucky for me, the analytical is better defined in WB than me.)
And we kept talking for the next 72 hours. And I made a general inquiry to Carla at CPR, for friends or colleagues, of course. Because these puppies needed someone. And I am a fixer and connector.
By Friday, WB leaned towards agreement we could visit and submit a general application but with the note, we were just looking. We both knew our hearts were hesitant because of former loss, and general uncertainty if we were ready. We would go, look, and think about it.
Saturday we drove to meet the puppies. It was a beautiful, crisp day and Big Sky Farm had a great many adoptions going on as we made our way with a volunteer to meet the puppies. We were solid and when we went in the kennel were soon devoured in angelic excitement and curiosity. The idea was to see which puppies would take best to us. As I sat with three roly-poly girl puppies clamoring for attention, I looked over to see the one boy pup being held by Walton Boy, the two of them alone in each other’s world. Did 5 minutes even pass by? Yes, we had found our pup. We did go outside and played with him – Walton Boy – being more dog practiced – tested him on agility, concentration, and several Galactic endurance quests to make sure “he was the right dog.” Ok, not exactly galactic, but we really wanted to be sure. I knew though, this little guy was ours. He accepted and played and listened. And then we decided! And in a wondrous blur, we were holding him, snapping a photo for the website, and hauling puppy chow and our new planetary wonder, Jupiter, to the truck. The next few hours Jupiter had his first road trip, naps, introduction to home, playtime, and more naps. And every so often, Walton Boy and I would look over and realize this little guy invaded our world with a big bunch of love. It has been a week, and we have had our share of adapting and welcoming him into our world.

Adopting-A-Puppy Advice

1) Puppy Time is not always human time, but he will TRAIN you to learn.
2) Leaves and twigs and grass are good toys. And potty time distractors. And way better than chew toys from PetSmart/Petco.
3) Get frequent shopper cards at the above mentioned stores. And stock. Because you will go there. A lot. Make a list. Seriously.
4) You will find yourself at an event, looking at your cell phone or a watch, wondering if you can sneak out for a chance to “throw the ball” instead of being AT the Ball.
5) A “bad day” is instantly changed and remedied by one good dog snuggle.
6) Puppies don’t know that 2p potty time is different from 2a potty time. But you need to just go. Or he will help you find an alternative. (See #1 for reference)
7) Playtime is the best part of the day. And the next, and the next…
8) Contrary to popular belief, you don’t “rescue” the dog. often it is the dog who “rescues” you. And your heart. And your world.

Our conclusion. Totally worth it. Definitely. Especially as I type this with a dreaming, warm puppy in my lap. Welcome Home, Jupiter. We love you.

Valentine’s Day: The Challenge

“To write a good love letter, you ought to begin without knowing what you mean to say, and to finish without knowing what you have written.” ~Jean-Jacques Rousseau

 

 

I saw the fear in his eyes as I issued the words. No, it wasn’t the “challenge” – being an analytical thinker & a gamer, he loves puzzles- but the words which followed as I expressed, “Write me a letter for Valentine’s Day. From the heart.”

A few weeks ago, as Walton Boy and I were shopping, we watched shelves in stores begin to burst at the seams with cherry red hearts, cotton candy pink frothy cards, and flowery cursive expressions cascading off chocolate hearts and gummy cupids as they spilled over the shelves. Yes, Valentine’s Day. I knew then as his grip tightened over my hand the stress of expectation had begun. Now, understand we have already survived birthdays, the holidays, and the occasional “just because I love you” moments and succeeded with flying colors. However, I just had a feeling he would dread this more than a root canal. So, without hesitation, I turned to him and said, “I know what I want to do for Valentine’s Day. Forget cards, gifts, flowers, and meals by candlelight. Simply, I want us to write each other a letter, from the heart, as a special gift for the holiday.” I know he was pretty skeptical, he even asked about it one night when we were doing dishes, but I remained firm and reissued my request, “A letter from the heart. Nothing more, nothing less.”

In our life, love enters our world daily. His job as a musician is based partially on other’s love as he plays at weddings, dances, and even tonight, at a Valentine’s Dinner/Dance Event And, as I “save the world” daily, as he puts it, I open my heart to making a difference in the lives of students, organizations and sometimes the world. But this is a challenge for us to take time to really say it.

You may be thinking (and I suspect he did too) easy thing for her…She writes all the time, she was an English major, she is a girl and it will just come natural.
Not exactly, dear reader. In fact, during those weeks, I started and re-started several drafts and they just didn’t come out right. Sometimes it seemed too corny, sometimes too serious, sometimes just too stupid. Even now as I sit and look at the final copy sealed next to me on the desk, I wonder if it really is good enough. In the words of Alanis Morissette, Isn’t it Ironic?

However, after multiple drafts, I thought back to my initial decree. Write a letter. From the heart. Simple. So, I wrote from the heart why I love him.
Why I know in my heart, he has been the best gift I ever could have prayed for, wished for, or dreamed about in my imaginary fairy tale or reality. Why in a universe of a million stars, we managed to find each other and shine brighter together then we ever could have alone in this world. Why I know it was worth waiting and surviving other loves (and loss), when his love was eventually the one which exceeded all expectation in my life….and there is more. However, that is between the two of us, because not everything should be shared.

Today, in a world of technology, thousands of texts, posts, blogs, tweets, and emails will be sent across the wire (and wirelessly) expressing love, passion and the occasional realization of disgust over a holiday that gives more couples, singles, and those who witness it heartburn. But hopefully many of you will stop and realize the greatest gift today is what is burning from the heart.

Remember, it isn’t about the romance or expectation of commercialism, but more the gratitude, appreciation, and devotion you feel for your significant other, spouse, partner, child, parent, friend, or even your pet!

So there remains The Challenge. The Letter. The chance to give a gift of love. Simple. Pick up your pen, and make the decision.

Happy Valentine’s Day. Make it divalicious…

What A “Fabulous Mess” I’m in, or not?

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"Fabulousmess" at every age? Image via Wikmage

Energized and ready to write the new blog this week and wrap up the marvelous “Go Local” series. And then, hit a brick wall. Really a wall? Me the great writer of prose ran out of things to wax on about the merits and great benefits of going “Locavore?!?” As many of my younger asocial media counterparts say in a status/post, “SMH (shaking my head)” Craziness.
However, I reflected on something my dear, Texas Earth Mama friend posted this week. “I am a Fabulous Mess today!” I remember liking it, reflecting on it and throughout the week the phrase kept popping into my head, and life.

Evidence I am such a “Fabulous Mess”:
1) I was late and lost for a work meeting;
2) I misplaced (twice) a great personal resource file;
3) I snagged my pantyhose;
4) And, in a rush, spilled coffee down my white cami when heading out the door.

UGH! Fabulous Mess, indeed! And then, reminded about the reality, I am not perfect. I am human. I am just me. This is my life. And there is a blank space there to be filled. Instead, I am “Fabulousmess.”

Evidence I am such “Fabulousmess”:
1) I am loved by friends & acquaintances who, despite the run in my hose or the coffee stain on my blouse, accept me.
2) I have an awesome boss and great colleagues who helped remedy & improve one late mistake & a material loss.
3) I have this cool family – kin & “circle of friends”- who love me when I am down and know how to pick me up. And one Walton Boy who loves me even when I border on being a bit snotty or emotional and provides hugs that make it all disappear.
4) One greater power above who I know He accepts me without needing evidence. Period.

Eh, so how cool to know that in this sometimes overachieving, do it all, be the best, do it top notch world…I am a Fabulous Mess. I mean, “Fabulousmess.” This blog entry is dedicated to my friend, Texas Earth Mama. Because despite the fact she lives a few more hundred miles, hours, and hugs away- her advice, her love, and her influence is still felt by me each day. To her I say, Thank you for reminding me I can be “Fabulousmess.”

And you…yes, YOU out there. You are too! Patience, girl. Deep breath, and keep going.

And yes, the “Go Local” will now flow…

Eating Local-Sustaining More Than Hunger- Go Local…Part 2

 

Local Food Cafes

Image by andy castro via Flickr

locavore:Someone who exclusively (or at least primarily) eats foods from their local or regional foodshed or a determined radius from their home (commonly either 100 or 250 miles, depending on location).

Imagine. A community embracing local in their daily existence through live, work, and play. It sounded like a pretty cool concept to me. I am not an expert on going local or even knowing a ton of history on the Locavore Movement…however, I do believe I can support my own community by shopping, dining, and buying local as much as possible. When I wrote the first post in the Go Local series, it made me take a second glance at my own everyday routine and habits of living local. I issued a challenge for everyone to embrace a First Friday tradition and embrace dining, shopping, or supporting a local business on a Friday during the first (or whenever most convenient) of the month. Still consider doing this if you are reading the challenge for the first time, or if it escaped the Endnote entry or reminder list on your calendar. Indeed, I even followed my own challenge and even tried to do a little more. I brought my lunch to work using produce and food items bought at a local farmers market. When Walton Boy and I went out on the weekend, we chose local, independent restaurants and entertainment. I admit it is a little intoxicating to leave your meal or business knowing you supported your own neighbor. Walton Boy is learning to smile and listen as throw on my Wonder Woman cape & get on the soapbox about issues- even this latest local kick. And he challenges me too when I might get a little too self-promoting. Because after all, it was easier to swing through the Chick-fil-a drive thru on my way to a Chamber meeting, or run over to that big “corporate toy store” to find the right baby doll in pink instead of running to the local toy store across town. We have all been there. However, my own advice in the blog was to find a way to make local convenient and not a hindrance. So the next phase of the Go Local challenge is to focus on “living local” for a week. For some of you, the attempt may be whole hog- shopping, dining, living by local 24/7. (I get that-I may have faltered at organized sports, but I do know how to ‘win’ competitively). Others may find a way to “fit in” the local support, try a new market or go to that local boutique you keep driving by on your way to the mall. There is no right or wrong. I figure if we all embrace at least one week of “going local” in one small or even one big way, our own Gwinnett Neighborhood is going to benefit in a profound way by you walking in and supporting a business. I suggest making it a game with the family, friends, or colleagues- there are quite a few locavore/local/sustainable web sites and searches out there. Get the kids to choose a place they find online or with a coin toss. Entice your co-workers to choose a local restaurant instead of a chain known for its locavore attitude. Do a “date night” at home only utilizing ingredients from the farmers market or local bakery. Or grab your girlfriends and meet up at the local java or tea shop instead of the universal coffee stop. You would be surprised what is up the street in your “backyard.”. I would love to hear your story, quips, some of your successes, and the challenges you faced. Remember it is a marathon, not a sprint…Let’s Go Local!

    “Starting Line” Links – Making it Easier to Pass the Baton

Helpful Guidelines to Buy Local
Georgia Farmers Markets
eat well guide: finding & supporting local

First Friday Tradition- Go Local…Part 1

I made a mad dash today to one of my favorite stores in Lawrenceville today (and will mention Meg – aka Sparkle Queen) to take care of some gifts for friends and me…ok, quite a little cache for me…However, had a good time seeing familiar faces, awesome unique gifts, and of course felt some happy in my heart for going to my own town to support First Friday. As I shopped at Sparkle!, I realized that I really almost get a sense of guilty pleasure because I can actually get some goodness shopping “local.” The thing is I (and so many others) often get so caught up in ourselves and our busy lives that we sometimes make the decisions to shop ’till we drop at the big corporate monsters instead of taking a quick detour and going downtown to find something. You know how it is. You save the trip you determine to “go local” when there is a special sale, an event, or you are dawdling through. And inevitably you walk through that small shop, business, restaurant or cafe and exclaim “Wow! I should come here more often!” But we don’t. In fact, you probably fall back into behavior in the name of convenience. Now I know sometimes the big business is necessary just like small business. That debate isn’t for me to argue on this blog as some expert blogger on the subject will more than have that covered.
There are a million solutions out there, but here is my challenge to you- start and make a point to go “local” on the First Friday of the month- and spread the wealth, figuratively & literally. Take the family and shop for necessities or gifts (the local hardware store will have that missing gizmo for the thing- and some tips on making it work longer); the restaurant you visit will not only have some awesome cuisine but I bet they will remember you and your name- and even acknowledge your visit bringing you a sweet tea without request; and the farmers markets- hello happy foodies! I guarantee your dinner will taste even better than dining out. So many scenarios and so many reasons to integrate into your personal life. Take on the first challenge – if you didn’t do it yesterday then enact it today or next week. But get into the habit- trust me on this one, it will warm your heart and improve the soul.

Wait ’till you see the NEXT challenge.

Tell me a few of YOUR Favorite Places when YOU go “local.”

The Divalicious Do’s & Don’ts of the Party

You found the perfect dress, sweet stilettos, and accessories to die for and are ready to whoop it up and bring in the New Year. One small detail…will you be a proper, fun party girl or will you plummet due to bad behavior for Girls Gone Wild? Hopefully, you went with choice A.
But we’ll get to that. (grin)
It is the best part of the year – multiple invitations, lots of people, foodie heaven, bountiful beverages, and more music than a karaoke booth. Yet, you were left wondering with suspicion if you maybe said the wrong thing about company policies to your husband’s boss, overindulged in the cocktail shrimp, got champagne spilled or just sweat through your new Nordy dress from nerves, and did you lose your Chinese Laundry ruby heel at the party OR in the Suwanee Towne Center fountain? If these scenarios sound hilarious, or even somewhat true, I have some news & advice for you. We all have googled Emily Post and still have our Mama’s voice ‘yelling’ during those slippery slope moments, but ever just wanted some direction to get through the next neighborhood party, birthday bash, banquet, or intimate, dinner party.

Welcome to the Divalicious Do’s & Don’ts of the Party!

Rule 1: dress for success, not the fatal fashion fail.
There is that sublime moment when you see the perfect outfit in the store just waiting and screaming to be yours. And in your flight of flurried happiness, you buy & set out to don that sparkly, tight, and short confection for the nonprofit benefit to make a statement. But what statement IS that? An Outfit to Remember, or an Affair to Forget? Trust me, Cary Grant is not going to rescue you from a mistake, but your colleagues and complete strangers will remember you and your new reputation if you fashion fail. Now, we all can’t travel with a personal stylist or even have a friend there in the dressing room, but a few quick checklist cues can save you from being the Belle of the Ball they coo over at the fundraiser, instead of the unfortunate Sad Soul they gossip about in the ladies lounge.

    Step 1:

If you think it is too short, brassy, or loud – it probably is. Sorry girl, save the mini for the club or the 80’s Throwback, and the lime green taffeta whipped cream pouf wannabe for the Bridesmaids Ball. Go with classic lines, comfortable fit, and err on the side of conservative instead of seeking the wrong “wow.” If you have an eclectic style or the situation calls for loud and “notice me” go for it, but don’t take this moment to stake reputation instead of a win. Bring a good friend to the dressing room who will be honest. Trust me on this. I have seen the fashion victim. And heard about them. Still. And the party was a year ago. Exactly.

    Step 2:

Shop before the event, not day of event. C’mon the true, good event invite hit your inbox a little over 4 weeks ago and the day before or worse, day of, you are running around like a cartoon character ready to be hit in the head with an anvil. Make the time to find the right look and price instead of risking life, limb, and paycheck for the wrong time management, wrong fit, and depleted budget. You might even get it on sale. Tis goes for the new shoes. Buy early, break in, and wear. Don’t wait to trip down the stairs or worse trip up blisters or sore feet. There are a few exceptions of having to “fill in” at an event so prep your closet (and sanity) with a few go-to outfits to make a splash, not drown.

    Step 3:

Shine, Shimmer & Toss. Make sure you walk out with a glow, not a bare-faced shine. Make-up, powder, or a good base are essential. I know some of you have perfect skin, lucky ducks, but for the average Jane a little powder never hurt anyone. Hate make-up? Ask the friend or colleague who looks flawless for advice & application help. Big event or formal? Budget for professional application or phones friend. Go for goddess, not clown auditions. Same for hair- frizz & roots suck. Make time for a salon blow-out or get help from a good soul who can style you right so you aren’t stressing from a bad crimp or curling iron debacle. Shimmer your style and make sure you make a fun statement- treat yourself to a good gloss or highlights. And like Step 2, please do not wait until day of to try the touted Tahitian Red. The only red may be your face & blood pressure if it goes awry. How do I know these words of wisdom? Well, back in the day I either experienced small symptoms or heard confessions of experienced divas who gave warnings. Take it and dazzle ’em.

Rule 2: party people, not politics…you never know WHO is listening
Short and simple: if you won’t say it to your grandmother, boss, elder or child because you respect and don’t wish to offend, keep it to yourself. They say politics, religion, and other controversial topics are off-limits for social settings. Not exactly, as some people can be objective and present solid cocktail conversation. However, for the average partygoer it is a good rule to leave the hot controversy at home or in trusted company. Take this example, I attended a large business networking event where a loud and opinionated individual (we’ll call him/her “Brash Buddy” decided to make a few choice judgements and statements about a recent gossip train about a well-known leader. Here is the thing about being “well-known”…somebody knows them. And in this Gwinnett world- it is so BIG, it can easily be forgotten how SMALL and connected people are. This is true in so many places though- really. Suffice to say for the Brash Buddy, the leader’s cousin and high-school best friend were there and several invites got lost for our Brash Buddy in the future. Stick to good conversation and be knowledgeable, not all-knowing. Find a movie, book, obscure fact, or bit of history to start conversation. Avoid what you read on your smartphone Facebook status updater or Twitter feed and focus on what you want people to repeat about your topic of interest, not repeating what you said about someone else. Remember, if you can’t say something nice, don’t say it at all. Because truly, you never know who is listening or sharing what YOU will say.

Rule 3: bountiful buffets, beverages, and socialization
There it is. A dazzling oasis of goodie sweet, savory and divine. But hold it there, cowgirl. This is not the Chuck Wagon or Old Country Buffet. Besides the stretch pants do not match the new sparkle tank you have on tonight. Good advice: snack on a healthy treat or even a small meal BEFORE you arrive. Not just for nutrition – because most of that deep fried fried appetizer tray is not low sodium or low cal. And most will leave you feeling blah & yucky after gorging. Keep in mind, most of these events are for socializing not standing at a feeding trough. Dinner parties, cooking events, and “Taste of” events have leniency but go for social, not stuff your face. Cocktails – yes or no? I tend to go with no. Not because I can’t hold my intake but because it isn’t anyone’s business nor my desire to put it on display. The good time party girl who stumbles, laughs too loud, brings obnoxious to a new level, and is not without liquid courage is not my hero. In most social situations, you are there to socialize. This is not the opportunity to get obliterated like you did years ago at the keg party, or even the tailgate last weekend. You know who you are. For those “good time groups,” word of advice: I am staring because I pity your behavior, not because I thought shots at the company holiday party were a stellar idea. Because it isn’t. Ever. Some may disagree, but 99% of the time alcohol causes what one of my diva friends causes “red flags waving & burning in your peripheral view.” Save the alcoholic haze, if you must, for a trusted social setting. A glass of wine of beverage in moderation is ok, don’t slam them down. And, please leave the champagne sloshing teenage stupidity on the dance floor a distant memory.
Ah, dancing. Some of us are lucky to have live music or provided music to shimmy & shake. Do yourself a favor and consider a few beginner dance lessons for you & your honey. Walton Boy suggested them last summer and now both of us may not be the next Fred & Ginger, or Dancing with the Stars, but we can hold our own and the confidence is awesome. If lessons are too much, go use that handy google search to find online steps or YouTube posting. Some are useful and worthwhile. Thank you technology. But once on the floor- please remember that Patrick Swayze and Latin Lenny are not with you. Leave the inappropriate and/or dirty dancing for a private setting. Translation: not in front of the whole party at the fundraiser. Also, rapping, hip-hop moves, and break-dancing are fun on a dare or “pre-determined activity” for a skit but otherwise, just no.

So slide on those cute shoes, fabulous dress and grab your honey to party in the New Year and use this moment to reflect on the faux pas, and make resolutions for being the Perfect Party Guest. You will love 2012 and so will your future hosts and hostesses when you are the unforgettable guest for the RIGHT reasons. Start the Countdown, baby!

Gwinnett Girl 101

Hello, it’s 5am and I am finally doing this. After a year of posting on social media airwaves, we’re going to get down & detailed (and a little more personal). This is following lots of advice, encouragement, and downright guilty pleasure from awesome friends, colleagues, my well-intentioned parental units up in Michigan & one Walton Boy(more about him later) to “Just write it already!!” After all, I am the Gwinnett Girl.

Well, I could say how fabulously busy I have been, or that timing & web analysis had to be just right…but I can’t lie. It shows all over my face, trust me on this one, so truth is I was totally scared. Yup, fabu me with the good advice, the where to go, what to do, & who to know got a good case of the scaredy cat flu and spent a year – oh yeah, one pathetic LONG year hiding, starting & stopping blog entries, bugging friends for validation, & gifting myself a big old non-returnable complex that it wasn’t “good enough”…yet. Then this week it hit me. Somewhere around Sugarloaf Parkway & Satellite, I looked up and saw the lightbulb. (Not a cell tower or lights from NCR – a real A-HA moment) One of my biggest appeals isn’t just the advice, but who was behind Gwinnett Girl. the girl. Promise this is not one big self-serving dose of ego but really, why not SHARE amidst the stellar “Guide to Gwinnett,” a little more about who drives this weird pink & sometimes purple & green Cadillac of Divalicious. Some info on this Little (BIG) County I have grown to love in 4 awesome years.

I came up with “Gwinnett Girl” around 2009 and in what is now typical fashion, launched the “brand” via social media officially in 2010 in November. My real birthday month was a blur as I launched the logo, the fun, the party, Facebook page and a cool Twitter feed and began the dream to create the “Who’s Who, What’s What, and Why we love Gwinnett.” And it stuck. There are about 700 listeners & understanding fans out there who seem to think I have something good. (gee, no wonder I freaked out as a complex people pleaser) From the first day good friends dubbed me “GG” (thank you Sparkle Goddess, Earth Mama, StilettoMama, GwinnettBigSis and several other assorted Gwinnett Superheroes) I now spend my “free time” (for those who know me, stop laughing) posting about good things to do, where to go, & support of local businesses, events, people, and other sage advice because I decided one fine day that I was growing weary of hearing people say, “There is NOTHING to do, see, go, be, have fun in Gwinnett.” So.NOT.True. I tell people (and lucky you) when I moved here from a “Northern City of Brotherly Love” in 2007 1) never stepping foot in Atlanta, especially Gwinnett County for that matter; 2) knowing NOBODY and 3) “falling madly in love” with this crazy place, which took a hold of my heart and never let go. Fast forward to 2011 – am a little more than “connected” in Gwinnett and still residing as one of the biggest advocates and self-appointed cheerleader for this 800k plus melting pot extravaganza place I call home. So, I started the Facebook page and continued tweeting (@GwinnettGirl) and the fan base grew, and I started to get called on by people I expected to catch on and others who blew me out of the park. Encountered challenges, but made them opportunities – and gained advice from some awesome social media gurus on how to wrap my arms around this thing. Also, had distractions – good and unexpected but as many distractions do knock you in the head, necessary. I changed jobs, started writing again, adjusted some work/life balance & commitments, and met a guy- you will get to know him online as Walton Boy – who helped prod me along on this weird project despite my own internal self-conscious doubts.

But who am I? Well, I am an only child who is a former introvert turned extrovert (seriously – ask my friends in middle & high school), love eating banana peppers out of the jar, addicted to words & writing (hello, college English major), social media-savvy goddess, have a guilty love of scavenger hunts, skee-ball, stilettos (cute & functional, as I am 5’2), and using fabulous means to make the world über DIVALICIOUS (my “signature” term for something so ultimately cool you can’t resist it & must combust into spontaneous SQUEES of joy & rapture) Exactly. Some may find this too cutesy, or girly, or utterly mindless. Well, it’s me and although I am serious, stately, & refined – I save that for my day job and important GG professional matters but online, it fits me just fine. There is more.

For instance, why I love donning sparkly accessories or putting my best fashion foot forward while wearing my fave pair of yoga pants. Or those super suggestions to get networked or connected and survive another benefit, event, celebration, festival with panache. Or the “Gwinnett Gems” discovered in local shops, events, history, super fun locations, foodie/social media addictions and more. Or, how I wake up every day to save the world. (Truth serum: I really do)
But that is for another blog or two…I promise not to make you wait a year. In fact, I bet my “inner circle” of coaches and friends, who have finally come to after passing out with this published blog post, will now really light the fire under my stilettos. And I will write more.

Ready for this? Let’s go!