Do you listen to podcasts? If so, do you have a favorite podcaster?
I’m not sure why I’d only occasionally listened to podcast episodes , but I’ve become a fan.
Two weeks ago, I connected with Rod & Inci Jones at @thoughtrowpodcast.️As we talked during the pre-interview, I felt like I’d known them forever. We discovered we had shared memories & experiences from the heyday of advertising & commercial photography. I realized they really are the podcast pros from Dover & was very impressed by their pre-production prep.
The interview went live today. I’ve included a link above, & I hope you’ll give it a listen. We talk about a lot of stuff, including life, social media & Instagram. I also urge you to follow the art, writing ✍️& interviews you’ll find on @rodjonesartist & @incijonesartist. They’re lovely & talented people. ❤️
During the interview, I mention my grandmother twice. I loved her the best of all. In the Polaroid picture above from around 1990, I’m wearing a Paul McCartney T-shirt —a souvenir of seeing him perform during the Seattle stop of his world tour. It was fun to see Paul & my grandma in one photo because I told Rod & Inci that I’d planned to marry Paul when I grew up!
Speaking of grandparents, a week ago Wednesday, my husband & I officially joined the club. We are thrilled! We haven’t yet met our twin granddaughters in person, but I’m planning to meet them next week feel SUPER excited about it!
I think my grandmother would be proud of me & the person I became. ❤️ She’s been gone for a long time & she still inspires me.
Do you have grandparents & feel the same way about them? OR are you grandparents & feel unconditional love for your grandchildren? Is it an intuitive feeling?
I’m looking forward to finding out. . . . PHOTOS: My grandma & me; A very professional #ThoughtRowPodcast promo created by Rod & Inci; a throwback photo of my #grandparents; #applepie made today with #Spitzenburg apples . . #grandmothers #grandparentsarethebest #podcastshow #podcasters #paulmccartney #bloggingonInstagram
Do you use LinkedIn? On a recent walk at Alki Beach I was thinking about why I use it.
My account was dormant for several years & I brought it back to life when the #BloggingonInstagram Indiegogo campaign launched. I didn’t realize how robust LinkedIn had become, ️ & since my book was published, I’ve been trying to post & check in more often. ✅
When I log in, I feel overwhelmed & anxious. There are so many updates & posts by people that I should be seeing, ️ liking ♥️ & engaging with. Do I worry about comments & likes on my posts? No. Yet, just as is the case here, reciprocity & engagement are keys to making it successful & I feel I should do more. Nearly every time I’m on LinkedIn, I feel an overwhelming urge to leave as soon as possible. ♀️ If you use it, I’m wondering if this happens to you, too?
@Tim_Hughes1 @Rodjonesartist @dcasha ⚡ & others have tagged me in posts that have included a bunch of important people. I’ve felt honored & flattered & haven’t always been sure what to do. ♀️ In some cases I’ve shared the post, but I didn’t jump in & start chatting with new faces. ️ I know that’s how conversations start here, or on Twitter. Why not there?
When I first joined LinkedIn, it was exclusive and invitation only & its users were expected to add only known connections. ☑️ It was like a system of verification. It’s now very similar to other social networks where the number of followers or connections is an important metric & strangers frequently reach out to connect.
This week a close friend told me he deleted his LinkedIn account & found it quite satisfying!
If you’re on LinkedIn, what is the greatest benefit to you? If you’re not on LinkedIn, are you interested in joining? ♂️ Why or why not? . . . PHOTOS: Recent #Alki photos & a #Spitzenberg #applepie baked last night (@tpagosseattle). It’s not my best-looking pie, but better crust this time, @rsimonson.sea! . . #alkibeach #westseattle #stormyskies #sunsetpic #seattleskyline #linkedin #linkedinmarketing #linkedinlife . . . (at Alki Beach Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/CWNV6ddrt5h/?utm_medium=tumblr
It’s that time of the year again so I made some pumpkin spice, apple and walnut muffins. Gluten free and Vegan.
I’ll post the recipe soon, I just need to make them one more time and tweak a few things. Ps: this muffins toasted with some plant based butter are my new obsession.
Youth from @kitesnest in Hudson dedicating #applepie #jerkchicken and #collardgreens to #freedomfighters Harriet Tubman, Malcolm X and Fannie Lou Hamer at tonight’s fundraiser event for #victorybusproject #thecoloroffood
I made a two pies for the @chirpradio1 Launch Party tonight! This one is apple. ❤️ chirpradio.org #chirpradio #listenlive #chicagoradio #chirppie #applepie #pie #hearwhatsnext (at Dovetail Brewery)
Silence, with a faint hint of a giggle coming from one of the mares. Applejack had a sneaking suspicion she knew which one, too.
Now, everypony knew that Applejack was a hard-working pony. She was dependable and strong, and tended to work throughout the day, with very little breaks in between. A big lunch with her family tended to be her only pit stop until the day’s chores were done.
“C’mon. I know y’all ain’t sleepin’.”
Sometimes, though, she did take fifteen minutes for a powernap. It left her refreshed, and ready to blaze through the rest of the day.
Usually, though, she didn’t wake up with two pregnant mares snuggled up against her.
As her pregnancy progressed Fluttershy had become, for lack of a better word, clingy. Applejack never truly minded, as she’d always liked the feeling of physical contact with another pony, especially a loved one like her family, or her five friends.
Lately, however, the shy pegasus seemed to take every opportunity she could to press herself up against the larger earth pony. Often, Applejack would simply blink, or turn her head away, only to find a soft body pressed up against hers the next instant.
Applejack didn’t mind it at all, if she was honest. But it sometimes made it hard to move.
Especially when it gave Pinkie Pie ideas.
Applejack didn’t know when they’d gotten there, or why the pair had even stopped by the Acres. Fluttershy had probably found her first. Pinkie, already a clingy pony before the pregnancy, had decided just joined the little snuggle pile because it looked fun.
She couldn’t tell whether Fluttershy was asleep or not, and she was loath to wake her up. She strongly suspected Pinkie was awake, but pretending not to be, just to keep Applejack rooted in place. That giggle was probably hers.
“Give it up, AJ, you’re not going anywhere.”
Or maybe it belonged to the fourth pony in the barn. “I gots work to do…” Applejack mumbled, her eyes downcast.
“Eh, one day isn’t gonna hurt much.” Rainbow shrugged, keeping her voice quiet. Her lips quirked upwards every few seconds, fighting to keep from laughing at the obviously beleaguered Applejack.
The farmpony frowned at her friend. “Ya here fer a reason, or jus’ to make fun of me?”
“Can’t I do both?” Rainbow grinned cheekily. “I saw them heading here and figured I’d check what they were up to.” She blushed as her stomach growled, and stared down at her swollen bulk. “And I think he’s hungry.”
“He?”
Rainbow shrugged again. “He, she. I dunno yet. Why, you wanna know?”
“Kinda…”
“Ha.” Rainbow chortled. “Your face says more than ‘kinda’.” She yawned, blinking at the unexpected motion. “I’ll ask Twi about it later.”
“Thanks, Sugarcube.” Applejack smiled gratefully. She also raised an eyebrow. “Tired?”
“No, just…” Rainbow started, trailing off at Applejack’s skeptical look. “He’s heavy, y’know?”
Applejack smirked, and gently lifted a hoof to softly pat the ground, hoping she hadn’t disturbed the other two sleeping mares. “C’mon, there’s still room.”
Rainbow frowned and opened her mouth to argue. Her eyes swept over Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie, silently staring at the pair. She closed her mouth, quickly looked around her, then glared at Applejack as she trotted closer. “Don’t you tell anypony.”
“My lips’re sealed,” Applejack replied, rolling her eyes. Rainbow settled down in front of her, curling up against Applejack’s chest, heaving a happy sigh as Applejack lay her head on her.
A few minutes later, the pegasus was fast asleep.
Applejack was just closing her eyes as she heard the noise. A set of heavy hooves approached the barn, until the door was shoved open. “AJ, we’re-”
Applejack looked on helplessly as Big McIntosh paused to take in the sight before him. He nodded his head in understanding, gently closing the door behind him as he backed out. She heaved a sigh of relief, closing her eyes once more and drifting off into slumber.
She never figured out whether the guffaw she heard was real, or just a dream.
