I’m a blogger, I’m not a citizen journalist, and I make no claims that I’m fair, balanced, thoughtful or even correct every day.
I can offer you honesty.
Not everyone is prepared for honesty, it’s not always pretty.
Since it looks like the info will be leaked soon anyhow, I’ll let you know that I’ve partenered with someone much smarter than myself, and we’ll be launching a new business in the next few weeks days.
Since a friend is going to be at Mom 2.0 we wanted to bring her up to speed, and we also wanted to enjoy her company for a little lunch on Friday. There was another lady who we invited to join us, and I’m still not 100% sure why. I can tell you this.
She texted during our lunch.
It gets worse. She was texting my friend’s ex husband, and telling him that we were talking about him. How do I know this? Uh, she came home to crazy phone calls from her ex husband who was irate. Had we been talking about him, he would have been right.
There are children involved. Don’t cross that line. This hideous woman should have declined the lunch invititation, but she didn’t. She sat quietly listening to us talk about our new venture, and then broke every rule of common decency. She works in viral marketing.
Call me syphillis.
My promises to you, my readers, are limited, but they are promises I know I can keep:
- I will never pretend to be your friend when I am not
- I will never tell you that I like a product/person/concept that I do not
- I will never pretend to be an expert, I will instead refer you to one
- I will never insert myself into your family life
- I will continue to mock my mother, in hopes that one day I will be just like her
- I will continue to write, and I encourage you to do the same
- I will be honest, even if it means telling you that those jeans do make your ass look fat
- I will listen, and I will observe, I’ll share with you what I see and hear
- I will continue to surround myself with people who are smarter than I am, hopefully I will make introductions that are meaningful.
I won’t be texting your ex.
I wouldn’t do that to your kids.