My New Approach To Gain New Followers...

Until you write a blog you don’t realize all of these different things you can do. From my blog you are able to read many other blogs and you start to appreciate the people who are able to blog everyday. I have realized that for people to make comments on my blog and to follow my blog I need to make it a lot more “intense” (like camping). That is going to be my goal. I have been trying to read a lot of other people’s blogs in hopes to gain some ideas while keeping my own style (if I even have a style). I hope then my followers will go from 7 (thank you to those 7 people) to 70 (my goal). I am still trying to think of what I am going to do if I reach my goal. I will let you know.

I came across one blog that had music attached. I thought that was pretty cool until I got about half way though reading the blog, then it got old.

Approach 1. I came across a person who writes poems. He had 200+ followers. I thought I would try.

Light Bulb
My light bulb is broken
Oh what should I do?
Some may say buy a new one
My light bulb is broken
I forget to buy new
So now I sit with candles
My light bulb is broken
The end.

What can I say I have a gift and yes that was a true story (poem).

Approach 2. I came across a blog where someone took a picture and then they explain the picture to everyone, who was in it and what they were thinking when they took it. This lady had 300+ followers.



Here is the story for this picture. For my birthday I took my three Italian friends to Napa. We joked many times that their tour guide around Napa was from Wisconsin but I think I held my own. On a side note, spending much time in both Napa and Sonoma I can say that Sonoma is in fact better.

As my friend Dwight would say: FACT: Sonoma is better.

The picture is funny because when we got to the first vineyard we were looking at the flags, the conversation went like this:

Me: Oh do you want to take a picture of the California flag with the American flag?
Them: I guess
Me: Oh we don’t need to walk on the road we can just walk on the grass to get closer to the flags. (This is why we are known as lazy Americans)

We get about half way out when I realize that it is in fact very wet and muddy. They end up getting mud all over their shoes. The conversation went as followed:

Me: What are you guys talking about in Italian? (This was me the whole day, huh what? ha ha)
Them: Oh how funny you are, how this is a good story
Me: Oh, thanks?
Them: Would you mind taking a picture of our feet?



That is what I think about when I look at these pictures.

My "Lucky" Day

Question: Today is one of the best days of the year. St. Patrick’s Day! It is a great day because my roommate is making corn beef and cabbage and we are going to drink beer and watch American Idol. What could get better?

Answer: Ok, a lot of things; it’s still pretty good though.

I don’t usually talk about work but today was one of those days that I just need to speak about. While at work I sometimes have to answer phones. Unless it’s a direct call, for me to get a phone call it has to go though 4 other people in the rotation and then it hits me but only on Wednesdays. I know complicated. So today was my lucky day (Irish) and I got to answer the phone 6 times.

I love to answer the phone because it always challenges me, when people call they usually want to know 2 things:

1. They are either just moving to Sacramento and want more information and or
2. They live in Sacramento and don’t know how to use Google and or
3. They ask a really weird question no one can answer

I am told that I should do two things:

1. Try to answer the question
2. Try to avert the question, let them call someone else to answer it

This blog is going to be about 2 of the calls I had today.

The first person who called started the call off with:

Him - I want to work on a beach, how can you make that happen?
Me - Well what do want to do?
Him- I want to work on a beach and sell kites and sunglasses. I think I need a permit to be able to do that.
Me- What beach do you want to sell kites on?
Him- Well I am thinking maybe southern California like Monterey
Me- (Why are you calling me?) Oh ok well, are you going to also have an office there?
Him- No I am from CO this is just a thought I had today but I think I need a permit to work on the beach.
Me- Ok well I am going to send you some information on who you can talk too.
Him- Alright yea that sounds good and if I change my mind on the location, I will call you back tomorrow and let you know.

The second person who called started the call off with:

Her- Hello I am calling and I don’t know if you are the right person to talk too but I wanted to make something clear to you; there are no more good restaurants left in Sacramento for women.
Me- Ok
Her- I don’t like Applebee’s. Then my favorite restaurant closed about 3 years ago and that made me very mad. Do you know how sexist the advertisements are for restaurants now? They are all geared towards men. Do they not understand that women don’t want to eat stake all the time? How old are you?
Me- 24
Her- See back in my time women fought for women’s rights. Your generation just sits back and lets this happen.
Me- Ok
Her- And let me tell you something else, I moved here from New York 30 years ago and I went to LA once and I hate LA. I do not want Sacramento to turn into LA.
Me- Ok so I am sorry but what exactly are you asking me?
Her- Haven’t you been listening to me? What can you do for me to make more good restaurants open up in this area? I don’t want to be a target of sexism.
Me- I am sorry you feel this way. I am going to give you the number for the California Restaurants Association and they can help you.
Her- Ok well I guess that will work, but don’t people come to you and ask you if they can put their restaurant here.
Me- No, no one has asked me that. The Restaurant Association will be able to help you.
Her- Ok I guess that will work. Thank you.

I will enjoy it when I am older!

Question: At what age after 21 do you go from having your birthday at a bar with your friends to a birthday going rock climbing with your friends?

Answer: Age 24

Getting older to me is not a bad thing but at the same time I don’t like getting older. I will explain.

Ever since I was a little kid I have been shorter, right there that just makes you look younger; again not a bad thing.

Ever since I was a little kid I have been skinny, right there that just makes you look younger; again not a bad thing.

Here is the part that I don’t like when you are 24 years old and people still think you are 16.

Here are my stories:

Story 1 – Age 19. My friend Anna and I were on vacation and we started talking to this to this t-shirt guy, we started looking at his stand with t-shirts and he says “what are two 14 year olds doing out of school?” We walked away.

Story 2 – Age 20 – I am standing in line with my mom and I bought a CD (I know who buys CD’s anymore?) Not really thinking about it I stand in front of the line even though she is paying and the cashier asks me for an ID for the CD because you have to be 15. Now my mom being the quick wit she is says “oh that’s very kind of you" and starts to pull out her ID.

Story 3 – Age 21 – I was standing with a friend of mine who is older but only by a couple years and we were going out that night. I got all dressed up and what I learned over the years is that you can’t wear your hair up because that also makes you look younger so I was wearing my hair down and looking good. We sat down for some drinks and these guys came up to us and the conversation went as followed:

Guy: How old are you guys?

Us: 21 and 25

Guy: No way are you really 21, I bet my friend that you got in with a fake ID; I am going to have to go back to the table and tell everyone.

Story 4 – Age 22 –I still to this day get asked for my ID at some R rated movies. That being said I remember this one time in particular. She asked for my ID and here are my next two thoughts

Thought 1: Oh I am sorry I should have know, oh wait I am at a movie not a bar.

Thought 2: You have got to be kidding me? I am 22 years old.

I said thought 2 out loud and the young lady behind the counter said “well you don’t look 22” BURN! Enough said this coming from someone who is 15.

Story 5 - Age 23: I was out shopping and trying on different clothes that I really shouldn’t be trying on because I am trying to save money for a new car. That being said I just started a new job and I thought “hey I should buy a new shirt”. The lady checking me out at the counter then asked the dreaded question “so how old are you?” Now usually I have two ways of going about this question. I either answer the question right away and then they say “no you’re not BLANK” or my favorite “you look so young, well you will enjoy that when you are older”.

The other way you can answer is by saying “how old do you think I am?” Usually I just tell them but for some reason I wanted to put this woman in the hot seat. She said well you look like my niece, so I would guess 22 or 23. After my shock wore off that she was correct I said 23 and walked out of the store with a smile on my face.

Tomorrow I turn 24; I will keep you updated on what this year brings.