Today is a VERY BIG day.
A very big day indeed.
I am unveiling a BRANDY NEW feature on my blog: TRIBE TUESDAY!
How very exciting, right?
I know, I should explain.
When I signed up for The Blog University at the beginning of June, I knew it would revolutionize my blogging, make me famous and cause me to have spoils and riches beyond my wildest dreams. And that did happen: I learned how to make graphics (REVOLUTIONARY!!), I became famous for wearing a red, sequined 80s prom dress, and I made friends that I will keep for the rest of my life (the TRUE spoils and riches of life). So, to say the least, BlogU exceeded my expectations.
One of the lessons I walked away with was about developing “my tribe”: my circle of blogging friends who want to see me get where I’m going as much as I want to help them get to their destinations. I met AM-AHHHZING bloggers at this conference. Hilarious, deeply inspired, potty mouthed, wickedly amusing bloggers.
And I want you to meet some of them.
Hence, Tribe Tuesday.
Every Tuesday this summer, one of my new tribe members will be visiting the Fruit Loop Group and sharing one of their posts with us. I promise the following: that you will laugh HARD, that you will find a new writer or two to follow and that you will swear your undying love to me for introducing you to new friends.
Soooo, without further ado, please allow me to introduce you to one, Foxy Wine Pocket.
Ms. Foxy was one of the very first bloggers I met at BlogU and I knew instantly that we would be friends. Mostly, because she ordered wine faster than anyone I have ever met and used the F word under her breath fairly quickly into the conversation. Oh, AND SHE WRITES ANONYMOUSLY. As in: NO ONE KNOWS HER REAL NAME. Well, I do. And what her face looks like. But, you don’t. So, when you are reading her stuff, you could be all “OOOOHHH, I wonder if she’s my neighbor…she sounds soooo much like that snarky PTA mom I sit next to every Tuesday night”. And, if you’ve ever seen a woman masquerading down the aisle of the grocery store looking like the gal on the left below, SHE MIGHT JUST BE FOXY WINE POCKET.
|Foxy, Me and Stacia of Dried On Milk. She’s hilarious, too. Don’t worry, you’ll meet her later this summer…|
And, so, I give you, Ms. Foxy Wine Pocket. Enjoy her. Love her. Read everything she’s ever written. That’s an order. Ahem.
And, the next time you go to an Open House, think of her. You totally will after this post, I assure you…..
|The draperies are too fabulous for you to have. So fabulous I didn’t take a picture of them so you won’t miss what you can’t have.|
Nice floral arrangement. I’m guessing it doesn’t come with the house either. Cheap bastards.
I’d totally hide from the kids in here and practice my yoga child’s pose. Or a duck-and-cover earthquake drill.
|That totally counted as my workout for the day. Along with the yoga pose.|
|Comfy bathtub. Roomy too. Enough space for my other half: my bottle of wine.|
A bath mat would ensure tile floor isn’t too hard on your knees. The tile would be nice and cool on your cheek—should you decide to rest briefly.
(My future neighbors can thank me for such thorough testing.)
It’s the perfect place to put your wine. Or your zombies. You pick.
I wonder if my drool makes this couch more valuable.
Overall, I’d say this house passed my tests with flying colors. It’s big. It’s beautiful. It’s functional. The only problem is I can’t afford this house, but I’m sure someone can. I only hope that the rich new neighbors are also nice. And don’t mind my cheek-print on their bathroom floor. Or the surprise I left in their basement…
Well, there you have her. Ain’t she grand? If you love her as much as I do, visit her on Facebook and Twitter. And her website. And tell her I said hi. And that I know what she looks like…..