Facebook, Twitter, Google Plus, Flickr, Instagram, Vine, Pinterest, You Tube….if there’s a way for me to connect with people on the internet, I’m going to try to do it. I may suck at it, but I’m going to try. (Hence the myriad of clickable buttons to the right that will lead you straight to me on each platform…)
And trying is important, because at least it makes me somewhat visible. Right?
But the truth of the matter is that I don’t really use my social media skills to self-promote quite as much as I should. And it’s something I need to work on, I think, if I ever plan to really succeed at this whole “professional blogger” thing. Because after all, if I don’t give my readers multiple opportunities to see me, hear me, and read my stuff, then I’m not really doing my blog much justice.
Here’s what I mean.
How I’ve Been Using My Facebook Fan Page: This would have been a terrific idea, if I’d planned on turning it into a future blog post. But I didn’t. And I won’t. I was just curious and I wanted to gush about Megan Hilty for a second or two.
How I SHOULD Be Using My Facebook Fan Page: It should be a no-brainer, right? When I post a blog, I should post it to Facebook. Which I do—usually, without fail or hesitation. But once I post it the one time…that’s it. The end. I never go back and resubmit the link, or beg for people to go see my work. I always worry that if I post links too often, people will get annoyed. So I post it once, sit back, and hold my breath, hoping they’ll click anyway.
How I’ve Been Using My Twitter Feed:My followers know all too well that I spend most of my time on Twitter stalking Donnie Wahlberg (and other members of NKOTB), annoying my blogger friends for Word Press advice, and re-Tweeting stuff I find to be funny/knowledgeable/important that other people posted. Rarely, if ever, do I post humorous content of my own devising, or do the other thing that Twitter feeds are for…I.E….
How I SHOULD Be Using My Twitter Feed: …promoting my blog. (Which I managed to do in this particular example while simultaneously stalking Donnie Wahlberg. Because I’m a Twitter wizard, that’s why.)
So now I’m following the social media path to new avenues…
Google Plus finally sucked me in, and now I’m busy setting up a profile, trying to find people to follow, and joining new communities for writers like the little joiner that I am. I’m planning on using it as a self-promotional tool only (although I said that about Twitter when I joined, too…and that was a rabbit hole I never expected.)
The one facet of social media I really want to focus attention on right now, though, is You Tube. I’ve managed to build up quite a large channel over there, just from posting my video blogs so I could share them here with you. And now, You Tube wants me to spiff up the joint–adding a new (HUGE?!) banner, inviting friends to subscribe so they never miss a video…they even wanted me to create a trailer to introduce people to what my channel was all about.
Which lead to THISTweet: Followed by the creation of THISvideo:
Short, sweet, and to the point, yes?
So, as part of this new Word Press adventure, I’m going to work on my social media skills. Just don’t judge me if it doesn’t happen on Twitter right away. (I can’t help it. I need my daily ‘Berg fix.)
Won’t you join me on my You Tube channel? Click THIS LINK to visit, click the little subscribe button, and make me dance a jig in my seat! 🙂
You’ve taken prescription drugs before, right? For the most part, they do what they’re supposed to do. But every once in awhile, you get the privilege of taking a medication that has the kind of side effects that leave you feeling like you just came off a roller coaster in hell where angry people threw heavy objects at your head for fun.
No? Just me? Well then clearly, you’ve never taken fertility drugs.
About two weeks ago, I started taking a drug called “Provera,” which, in layman’s terms, sends signals to the woman’s uterus that it’s time to start a cycle. This drug doesn’t send those signals quietly. Oh no. It launches your hormones into overdrive, sending you into the ugly cry over the fact that you think you *may* have just hit a ladybug with your car, even though your husband assures you that you probably didn’t since the car is still in park. Worst yet, for the first several hours after I took the pill, I would have this foggy, unfocused feeling.
Donnie Wahlberg could have been standing in my living room wearing fig leaves and playing the ukulele, and I seriously wouldn’t have noticed. I spent most of those 10 days staring off into space, wondering where my mind had wandered off to (usually to daydreaming about Donnie Wahlberg wearing fig leaves and playing the ukulele.)
***For those DW fans, I am apologizing here for not drawing him in said fashion. I’d like to think that someday, he’ll want to be my friend, and I don’t want to offend him off gate.***
Once the Provera, and cycle, come to an end, it’s time to take pill #2. Enter–Clomid. This happy little pill tells a woman’s ovaries to release eggs, which increases a couple’s chance of getting pregnant. If you thought the Hazy Abby with Awesome Daydreams was fun, wait till you meet Mega-Hormonal Abby on Clomid.
Brian and I would argue about Clomid’s worst side effect. I say, without a shadow of a doubt, that the hot flashes associated with this drug are AWFUL. First, my ears start to burn. Then my entire face gets red and feels like it’s going to pop off like an over-filled thermometer. By the time the heat creeps to my neck, I’m ready to move to Antarctica, where I plan to bathe in the frigid waters with glee. All I can do is sit back, let the wave take its natural course, and pray that the AC stays on long enough to get me through the 15 minutes of sweat-inducing, swear-inducing flash.
Unfortunately, the rest of my little family has to live in the igloo that is our house throughout the course of treatment. Brian has taken to wearing hoodies and socks, as well as staying bundled up beneath our thickest afghan, to battle the sub zero temps in our living room. However, he does so without a single complaint, even with icicles hanging off his nose.
For him, though, I think the worst side effect is watching me go through the mood swings. I can be telling him a joke one minute, complaining about politics the next, and in ten minutes time, I’ll be sobbing my eyes out about my lack of Word Press skills. The most fun ones, though, are the ones where I get angry. One little thing—something left in the middle of the floor that causes me to trip, an item that I need not being in the place it’s meant to be when I go to find it, an asinine comment on Facebook (by someone who’s comments are always asinine, therefore usually expected.) And suddenly, my Clomid-driven rage monster emerges.
I have to fight down the urge to break things, roar at the top of my She-Hulk voice, and eliminate all threats to my safety. However, I usually allow myself to slam around, say mean things loudly, and rant until the feeling passes—and all the while, thinking to myself that it’s the Clomid reacting to the situation, not myself.
The honest truth, though, is that if these pills work, I’ll be over-the-moon happy about it. Obviously. We’ll all throw a party and dance the Happy Fertility Drugs dance. It’s all about the destination, not the journey–even if the journey is filled with pretty colors and hot flashes and rage.
…and it all started a few days ago, when I brought home a certain new CD. I’d be sitting at the computer, writing away, when from the kitchen I’d hear Brian humming. Brian: *♪♫ quiet humming ♪♫* And I’d be all like…
“What in the world…?”
A few minutes later, I’d hear… Brian: “♫♪…Ohhhhh ohhhhhh….♪♫” And I’d be all like…
“Is he singing what I think he’s singing…?”
As if he were unknowingly trying to answer my question, he would then start singing a little bit louder… Brian: “♪♪ I like the Remix, baby….Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…♪♪” And I’d get all silly and giddy and be like…
“Tee hee! He’s TOTALLY singing New Kids on the Block right now…”
After a few minutes of belting out the chorus of the Kids’ latest single, Brian would inevitably realize what was coming out of his mouth, and, well, his reactions were sort of like… Brian: “DAMMIT.” And I’d stay sitting quietly in my little computer chair, like…
“…I wonder if he’ll stop now?”
Adorably, wonderfully, after a few minutes of silence it would start all over again. Brian: *♪♫ quiet humming ♪♫* I just can’t help it. Hearing him sing New Kids songs makes me kinda…well…
Addendum: When I finally pointed out to Brian that he’d been singing Remix all the live long day, he looked at me with a totally straight face and said, “What? It’s a catchy tune.” I may have swooned. Just a little.
For those of you who don’t care a whit about NKOTB, my obsession with Donnie Wahlberg, or the fact that I’m doing cartwheels because of their new album, you can probably skip this post. However, you are weirdos and I reserve the right to judge you for judging me. The New Kids newest album, “10,” came out today. I downloaded it on iTunes this morning before the gym, and was waiting (with Brian) outside of Target at 7:45 so I could buy my store exclusive copy (TWO EXTRA TRACKS!!!) when they opened at 8. Like a true fan-girl, I recorded my reactions as I opened the cd. There may or may not be a love letter for the band at the end as well. Enjoy.
After this weekend’s somber post, I decided to do something much happier to kick off the week. (I know you’re relieved. Truthfully, I used up half a box of tissues just writing Saturday’s post. I’m ready to move on to the happy stuff, too.) So, I’m turning to the blogging tool that has been so successful for me in the past. I’m sharing with you a list of the things that are making me smile lately. (If I use it as a tool to turn my frownies upside down, well, that’s just an added bonus. Right?)
As it turns out, it was purchased by activist Aaron Jackson, who bought this house just to send a message to their neighbors: the Westboro Baptist Church. A peaceful, and colorful, protest to all the hate speech—I’d say this is a must-visit location to any and all living and vacationing in Kansas. It makes me so happy, I’m not above declaring that if we buy a house with siding, it might just get the same treatment. (Somewhere in a hospital room far, far away, my husband the nurse just collapsed when he read that statement.) Visit CNN to read the entire story.
I know, I know—I’ve gushed all about this show here on AbbyGabs before. But the new season started a couple of weeks ago, and I’ve got to tell you—-I’m just as addicted in season 2 as I was in season 1. I know I’m not supposed to like Ivy, but I absolutely adore Megan Hilty, and I’m excited for what’s coming up for her character in the episodes to come! For your viewing pleasure, here she is again. LOVE.
Sigh. My Broadway tendencies get tickled every time she performs. I really want to be her when I grow up. 3. Lego City: Undercover (for the Wii U)
This game has everything we love: Lego-themed puzzles, fun game play, and silly narration. We simply can’t stop playing. The only thing it doesn’t have is multi-player…but it’s only making us look forward to future Lego games on this new console that much more. My favorite mantra while playing Lego games? BREAK STUFF!!!! 4. Searching the internet for nerdy t-shirts to wear to Comic-Con in July. Believe me when I say there are a treasure trove of them out there. I’ve got an entire Pinterest Board dedicated to the subject. Here are a few of my favorites, for your viewing pleasure.
5. Remix (I Like The) Don’t throw stuff at me. I know I told you all about how much I love this new video by NKOTB in my last video blog. But someone happened to point out to me that I failed to leave a link to the video on that post, and so I’m sharing it with you here. (Remember–part of this blog is so I have something to look at to make me smile. And this video makes me smile. So there.)
It’s not just the hotness of the band in suits, or the fact that the lead in the video is a big girl like me, or the ADORABLENESS that is the dance sequence with Donnie Wahlberg near the end. It’s the WHOLE SONG, and the knowledge that I’ll get to see them perform it live in T-minus 2 1/2 months, that gets me all giddy and grinny. I can’t wait for the album release in April. Yay!!! Ok that’s it. My list of happy things. I’ve got a few more, but I’m too busy rocking out to Remix and pretending I can sing like Megan Hilty to write any more.
A few months ago, I reached out to my friends, family, and readers, and asked them to submit questions for a video blog. They did, and it turned out to be one of my favorite vlogs I’ve ever done.
However, there was one friend and reader who went above and beyond the call of duty. The questions she sent me were so fantastic, so funny, and SO PERFECT for Abby Gabs, that I just had to revisit our interview, and post them for you here. Prepare to laugh, because my pal Rachel is one funny gal.
Rachel: It’s said that you turned down the role of Scarlett O’Hara in Gone With The Wind because Clark Gable was unwilling to leave you in the final, crucial scene. On her deathbed, Vivian Leigh cursed you for upstaging her at the premiere where this tidbit came out. Tell us… Did she really give birth to a litter of puppies at that event? And what happened to those said puppies?
Abby: I cannot confirm or deny the rumor of puppies, as I was too busy flirting with Gable and wowing the cameras with my authentic 1930s hairdo. Also, I was giggling in the corner with the Doctor, because how else could I have gone back in time to upstage Leigh, without the transportation of the TARDIS?
R: You’ve been offered the role of love interest in the new Transformers movie. Michael Bay has offered to Photoshop Megan Fox out of the previous movies. Your own love interest, Brian, is a huge Transformers fan. Will these men influence your decision to accept the role?
A: I had originally turned down the role until Mark Wahlberg, Donnie’s brother, contacted me and begged me to do it. I don’t normally accept roles under those conditions, but as I’m a close, personal friend of the Wahlbergs, I decided to join the cast so I can work with Mark again.
However, I really don’t care what Bay decides to do about Megan Fox. She dug her grave, and now she has to lie in it with cast-off copies of her, *ahem*, “movie,” Jennifer’s Body.
R: We’ve all seen the made-for-TV movie, That Gabby Abby. It’s a required course in 47 of the 48 continuous states’ 5th grade education. How does it make you feel that North Dakota refuses to make it a required course as well?
A: I applaud any and all states’ rights to create their own laws, so long as it does not interfere with my bank account. Therefore, I will be staging a peaceful protest on the North Dakota/South Dakota border in the upcoming months. There will be cupcakes, people waving signs around, and a New Kids on the Block cover band. I’m working on getting a cameo appearance by Donnie Wahlberg himself, but he still hasn’t confirmed the dates with me as of yet. By the time I’m through, North Dakota will adore me, and my film will be forced down the throats of adolescents in the snowy north as well.
R: You’re running for President this year. What is your stance on jeggings and should they be illegal?
A: Here is my public service announcement about that very subject.
R: You come from humble beginnings, and yet you decided to turn down Brangelina’s offer to give you their mansion in California. Your landlord went on national television to offer to take down the wood paneling in your country flat, but you refused citing his love for ’70s wood paneling and your respect for it. This has sparked a trendy design craze for the wood paneling and designers praise you for your bold statement. There are rumors that you’ll be using orange shag carpeting in your home next… Are they true?
A: I was high at that television interview with my landlord. Wood paneling sucks. It should be ripped from every wall in America and burned in a giant bonfire. We’ll call it an effigy to bad taste and horrible design.
I don’t mind shag carpet, though.
R: When you bought the new iPhone 5, Siri began speaking exclusively to you, neglecting all other iPhone 5 users and forcing Apple to attempt to correct the glitch. Siri responded by detaching herself from the Apple mainframe and becoming the first recorded sentient computer program. She now claims the title of Abby’s BFF and there have been several attempts on the lives of other people who attempt to claim the title as well. Do you feel responsible for her actions?
A: Siri can be difficult to read. She tends to have a split personality, especially when asked questions regarding the space/time continuum, when giving directions to Mars, and when fielding that difficult question of which came first, the chicken or the egg. I cannot comment on the attempted murder claim, as my lawyer advises me against it. What I will say is that Siri is great. She is so great. She is, like, the best friend, ever…I swear…
R: A new phenomenon has been sweeping the world. Leading scientists cannot explain why spiders are giving birth to and randomly turning into fluffy bunnies. Some speculate that it is a direct reaction to the revelation in the Broadway musical hit, That Gabby Abby starting Merryl Streep, that you are frightened of spiders. What are your thoughts?
A: To Drs. Hoffstetter and Cooper, who are leading this research, I send you a huge thanks. Spiders give me the willies. And bunnies are adorable!
R: The New Kids On The Block have recently announced a brand new tour. Donnie Whalberg has gone public with his love for you and has even named the tour, “Abby Will You Marry Me?” He regularly Photoshops himself into pictures with you and has blogged about his obsession many times. You have made it very clear that you love and are faithful to your cabana boy, Brian, going so far as to marry him. What advice would you give others with this level of unrequited love?
A: Ah, unrequited love. It’s a sneaky, painful, careless mistress. Here are my tips to those who suffer this terrible fate.
1: Be kind. Regardless of your feelings, there are others in the world who would give anything for a kind word from you.
2: Be cautious over the words that you choose, but don’t be afraid to share a little piece of yourself with your fans, just to make their own lives a little more meaningful.
3: Try to refrain from posting too many racy photographs of yourself on Twitter. Sure, it’s fun to get the fans all whipped up into a frenzy, but it’s taxing on their hearts. Give sparingly, but give.
Thanks, Rachel, for sending me the most creative questions, ever. I hope you are suitably impressed. 🙂
I believe that everyone has their own special brand of super-hero-ness. You might not know it, but there’s something about you that could be construed as a super power. Maybe your smile can light up a room, or maybe your soprano high notes shatter glass. Either way, it makes you special. Unique. I mean, Mary Tyler Moore can turn the world on with her smile.
Donnie Wahlberg can turn the world on with his abs.
And not to toot my own horn or anything, but I can turn the world on with my homemade cupcakes.
My husband’s super power, however, isn’t always one that puts a big grin on Earth’s face. In fact, if he’s not careful, Brian’s super power can part hair, break windows, and startle someone into a panic attack. My husband’s super power is his sneeze. Let’s call them his Super Sonic Sneezes.
When we first started living together, a sneeze from Brian was enough to leave me huddled in the corner, arms over my head, preparing for the ceiling to fall. Seriously. They are that loud. It got so bad that I finally asked him to try and devise a way to warn me when he feels one coming on. It took a few years, and a few trial runs. Flare guns don’t work inside. Tapping his leg didn’t help much either, since my clogging background brainwashed me to recognize that sign as the beginning of a hoe-down. After years of practice and polish, Brian finally has a signal down. It works in almost every situation (although we find it can be slightly dangerous when he is driving.) But regardless, it gives me a chance to batten down the hatches, prepare myself for the thunderous sound that will issue from between his lips, and grab a hold of any expensive vases.
You can imagine our surprise (and dismay) when we discovered that another person on this planet uses Captain McSneezyPants’ Super Secret Sneeze Signal. And not only is he using it as a source of adorableness, but also to sell people on a service plan with AT&T.
Uh-Oh. Your Super Secret Sneeze Signal has been compromised. Back to the drawing board, Captain. Note: I’m not selling anything for Disney, nor am I making any money for posting an AT&T commercial. Both videos just help me illustrate my point a little better. And the kid in that phone commercial cracks me up.
I feel like I should probably issue an apology to those of you who follow my Twitter feed. Normally, I’m all like “Hey, go read this blog!” and “You guys are awesome!” and “This totally made me laugh!” But this past Tuesday, an announcement was made that was so big, so MONUMENTAL, that it changed the course of my Tweeting in a nano-second. If you were reading along, you know exactly what I’m talking about. If not, here’s a quick refresher course:
For those who don’t speak hashtag, let me explain a little further. The New Kids on the Block—the band I’ve been obsessed with since I was 9 years old, dancing around my room in a tutu and tennis shoes—made an appearance on The View. That, in an of itself, is reason enough to get me all giddy. But the reality is that they’d been tweeting since before Christmas that there was a BIG announcement coming in 2013. And they did not disappoint. Not only did the group announce a brand new album, hitting stores in April, but they also announced a brand new North American tour!! And they’re not going alone. OH no, friends and neighbors, they’re making this the Biggest Boy Band Lollapalooza in All the Land. They’re taking Boyz 2 Men AND 98 Degrees with them!!! (Pause for a moment of silence while you peruse the following photo:)
(Children of the 90s, rejoice!) When I realized I was going to have another opportunity to see the group perform, I sort of lost my mind. Which created an even bigger Twitter monster:
That little snippet was only the tip of the ice berg, people. And if you’ll notice the second tweet…
Then you’ll understand why THIS is the face I’ve been making since Tuesday:
(I tried making this photo black and white in order to make it less scary. I don’t think it worked, though.) My gal pal, Jenn, jumped on the concert band wagon as soon as I started going berserk on my personal Facebook page. She’s been gung-ho to go to a concert with me since we met a few years ago. And she’s the perfect New Kids friend, because SHE’S a Joey girl, and I’m a Donnie girl.
So it will work out well when we meet the guys. There will be no competition for our favorite Kid’s affections. Right, Jenn? Anyway, Jenn and I both have birthdays in June, and as it happens, the concert is making a stop in Charlotte on June 19. And guess who’s going?!?!?!?!?!?!?! (If you didn’t guess Jenn and me, then you’re not very good at this game.) Now for the kismet part of this whole thing. I’ve only been to one New Kids concert in my whole life. It was in 1990, not too long after my 9th birthday, at the Charlotte Coliseum. I’ll finally get to see them again, in 2013, 6 days after my 32nd birthday, at the same coliseum. GOOSE BUMPS!!!! With all that excitement in June, I don’t know how I’m going to handle the added excitement of attending my very first Comic-Con in July!!!?!? Oh, yes. Brian and I have been planning a trip to San Diego for 2013 since he started nursing school. It’s our big “Hooray for Life Changes” vacation, and we are totally pumped. While they haven’t started making formal announcements of all the nerdy-type fun there will be at this year’s event, we are hoping for a Big Bang Theory panel, something involving Joss Whedon, and most importantly, Doctor Who and Transformer stuff. But there will be a whole separate post about that. Because c’mon. It’s COMIC-CON. I just don’t know what to do with myself, readers. All this excitement, jam-packed into one season? It really will be the summer of dreams.
Dear Donnie Wahlberg, It has been awhile since your name has been mentioned here on Abby Gabs. And I feel like I owe you an explanation. You see, a few months ago, my husband made the statement that he felt like my blog was more often a “Donnie Wahlberg Featurette” than anything else. He felt slighted that he was rarely mentioned in my daily writings, where you, dear Donnie, were always front and center. This little statement led to a blog-wide stat counting endeavor, which led to the eventual score board you can see in the left-hand column of my blog. (Just scroll down a bit…yep…there it is.) As you can see, Brian was sorely mistaken. Although I wrote your name quite frequently, Donnie, his was still mentioned the most. (May I interject that this in no way represents how I feel about you!) Since the contest was issued in July, you have only been mentioned once–on August 21, 2012, also known as National First Twug Day (the first time you “twugged” me on Twitter.) (Thanks again for that, by the way. It made my whole summer.) (Can we do it again soon?) But I have to tell you, Mr. Wahlberg, that despite my lack of blogging in your name, I have nonetheless been spending plenty of time with you (whether you realize it or not.) I’m still faithfully tweeting almost every day…
I haven’t missed an episode of Blue Bloods yet, and was parked in front of my TV for September’s season premiere…
I’ve been rockin’ out to The Block—in my car, at my computer, in the kitchen while cooking dinner, through my iPod while I’m working out—and even though it’s been 4 years, I still shake my bootie just like I did back in 2008…
And as of yesterday, my nose has been permanently stuck between the pages of the new NKOTB biography, “Five Brothers and A Million Sisters.” (I read the first chapter last night, and cried no less than 3 times.)
So, Donnie, I just wanted to reassure you that, although I haven’t written about you lately here on Abby Gabs, I’m still very much a Donnie Girl. My husband knows this, as when he goes to bed each night, the last face he sees is yours.
I know you’re a busy guy, and you probably didn’t even notice. But I thought it would be nice to send you a letter today to let you know that you’re still very much a part of the Abby Gabs household, even if I haven’t blogged about you in awhile. (Brian says it’s psychological warfare, because I’m trying to prove a point by writing about him more than you. I say I’m trying to maintain a relationship with a man who’s jealous of your animal magnetism.) Love always and forever, Abby PS: This blog is totally a point in your column. Oh yeah! Rock it!!
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
I love you to the moon and back with a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck, no take back, oodles and oodles, to infinity and beyond, the end that’s all folks.
Well guess what…I’m not just sporting a pink ribbon on my shirt. Every single facet of Abby Gabs is donned in pink—and it’s easy for you to join me! Just click on the tab at the top of the page titled “Web Wide Pink Out” and you’ll find a TON of free graphics to use on your Twitter account, Facebook timeline, and more! I would love you even more than I already do if you helped me on my mission to turn the internet pink in October. ♥♥♥
A couple of months ago, I mentioned that I was considering changing my hairstyle. I’m proud to announce, after approximately 12 weeks, that I’m making some not-so-significant-but-still-some-slight progress. I always knew growing out a pixie was going to be challenging. But so far, I’m pretty pleased with the results. I love how it started doing this “woohoo” flippy thing in the front:
And I love being able to use all the cute hair accessories I’ve purchased to keep my hair out of my face:
This one was taken about 3 weeks ago. See how much it’s grown since then??
However, after having a pixie cut for almost 5 years now, there are certain things I’m having to get used to again when it comes to having longer locks. Like hair touching my ears:
And what I’m referring to as my Elvis side burns:
Granted, those few little things will be tamed when I visit my friend and stylist, LeAnn, tomorrow. But at some point, the snipping here and there to tame the beast won’t be able to contain those puppies, and I will have to don some gold sparkly glasses just to get my shopping done incognito. The one thing I’m really struggling with, though, is a habit I formed as a young child. When I am focused on something (writing, reading, Doctor Who on BBC America) I tend to play with my hair. It’s totally involuntary, and I really don’t even know I’m doing it half the time. But there I’ll be, minding my own business, and somehow my hands wind up in my hair.
Truly, it’s not such a terrible habit. The problem is when I do it during the day. Because inevitably, after about an hour, I go from looking like a normal, mostly-coiffed Abby, to something more along the lines of Medusa in glasses.
Not only do I look weird, but I’ve actually suffered a hair-play injury, involving a pinched nerve in my neck, due to my overzealous twirling of late. And so my husband has been given the assignment to help me remember to STOP playing with my hair. Now he walks around the house randomly shouting “HAIR!” and “Arms down, missy!” I swear I’m not making this up. Everything I publish here is true. Mostly. Anywhoo, I’m excited to see what the next 12 weeks will bring. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that I lose the Elvis look by Christmas. It’ll happen. I just know it. IN OTHER NEWS… Those of you who are observant will have noticed that my BlogHer ads are live as of today! (Those of you who aren’t observant will now scroll up to see what they missed. It’s ok, you can go peek. We’ll wait for you….Back now? Awesome. Let’s continue.) There were a few moments of confusion this morning as I tried to find my newly generated ad code on the BlogHer website, but with the help and support of my husband (who reminded me to breathe,) Alex from Late Enough (who sent me an email with more Abby-friendly instructions), and MoMo from Team BlogHer (who cheered me along like a pro), I finally got the ads installed. I think they look fantastic! And I’m super-excited to see what my association with BlogHer will bring in the future. That being said, I’m still trolling for readers. The little contest I started last week brought a few new faces to my Abby Gabs Facebook Fan Page, but I still haven’t broken 70 friends. So, spread the word, share the love, and pretend like all you REALLY want for Christmas is an Abby Gabs specialized portrait. Lastly, a little shout out about a big thing that happened to me last week. I wished the ever-sexified Donnie Wahlberg a happy birthday via Twitter, and he totally hugged me.
The following conversation with my husband took place minutes later via text message: A: I just got a Twitter hug from you-know-who. B: Will Smith? The Doctor? DJ Jazzy Jeff? Voldemort? Justin Timberlake? That guy from the Backstreet Boys? A: Noooooooo. B: Mark Wahlberg? A: Noooo, but you’re closer. B: The Funky Bunch?
And that, ladies and gentleman, is why I married him.