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I hate clutter. You might not know that from the condition of my home, but I do.
To reduce clutter, I regularly donate what we no longer use to the Big Brother Big Sister Foundation.
But prevention is the holy grail. I scrutinize purchase considerations and proffered hand-me-downs. If I can’t envision their use we decline.
My clutter aversion makes me a wary outdoor market shopper though I love to look. On a crisp mid-October Sunday I was perusing the last-of-the-season markets in Boston’s South End with friends, purchase-free until I met Kate Kellman.
I am an avid user of your Premium Choice Gloves which are “Neoprene Dipped for Extra Durability and Protection.” Though I was not searching for neoprene-dipped gloves, I have become a loyal user of them as they are the most durable rubber gloves that Target sells to protect my hands as I scrub pots and pans.
Otherwise my hands would resemble those of the Wicked Witch of the West.
Usually I buy two pairs at a time, so when the first pair fails – via a tear in one of the gloves – I have a back-up pair ready.
Here’s the thing though. It’s always the right glove that goes first.
On Saturday September 24th I spent a beautiful evening with my family at Fisher Stadium in Easton, Pennsylvania, watching the Lafayette College Leopards play football against the Villanova Wildcats.
The weather was about all the Leopards had going for them.
Two weeks ago Fidelity took me on a frustrating financial odyssey.
This summer Fidelity ditched long-time credit card partners American Express and Bank of America to consolidate its service with Elan Financial Services. Anyone holding a Fidelity credit card received a new Fidelity Visa Signature card from Elan.
I was one of the 550,000+ who received a new card. It was unclear to me whether I needed to re-designate where I wanted my rewards to go, so I tried to log into the new Fidelity Visa card website.
Our world has gotten feedback happy. And it’s annoying.
In a 48-hour period at the beginning of May I received five surveys.
One paper survey via snail mail with 66 questions to rate my son’s pediatrician. One online survey from a hotel I had stayed at the prior weekend and another from a hotel stay two weeks before. A third online survey from the conference I had just attended, and a fourth one from OpenTable for the restaurant I had dined in the Friday before.
Michael Phelps competing June 28 in the U.S. Olympic Swimming Trials on NBC Sports
Do you know who Michael Phelps is?
Unless you have been living behind a boulder, you probably do. (I avoid clichés.) The 31-year-old swimming phenom has 22 Olympic medals, 18 of them gold, and has set numerous world records.
Phelps’ main rival, Ryan Lochte, has 11 Olympic medals. Without Phelps present Lochte could be considered the best male swimmer of all time. But he happened to come of age at the same time as Phelps and therefore has an underdog position to him.
I have been exercising regularly most of my life. As a high energy person, I discovered in my teens that expending this energy often helped my sanity. And that of the people around me.
In high school I took modern dance classes. In college I took aerobics classes.
When I moved to Boston, I found a gym and cajoled myself to go there a few times a week.
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On April 20th, as I sat in an auditorium at Dickinson College in Carlisle, Pennsylvania, I had my marketing heart stolen.
My son AJ and I were in the process of a 1000-mile tour to revisit three colleges to help him choose one.
On that beautiful Wednesday morning, AJ was sitting in on a class while I attended a one-hour parent session conducted by Neil Weissman, Dean of the College.
When I woke up on April 3, 2009, I did not know that I would be joining Facebook that day.
Around 8pm I had just connected on LinkedIn with friends from my high school years when one of them wrote, “You need to get on Facebook! We have been posting some old group photos that you are in.”
Talk about an incentive to join.
In addition to my roles as wife, mother, healer and finder of things in our household, I am also Chief Operations Officer. Like any good COO, I seek to keep overhead costs down.
So when our electricity bill shot up this winter, I investigated.