Sunday, August 3, 2014

3 Ways to Succeed in Social Media


  As I pondered on what made someone a social media guru, I came across these three great discoveries that helped me with this challenge. When reading  “Nine Rules of Social Media,” Radian6.com made me mindful of the fact to always listen to what your community is saying. It also stated in “Four Steps to Creating Content for a Social Media Community,” that SEO (search engine optimization) is a critical way to generate traffic to your content. However, my favorite tip on becoming a social media master is from Jeff Bullas' article. He reassures you that what you're writing and sharing with the world, does not have to be perfect as long as there's passion behind it. 

  Monitoring social media is ever changing, but constant. It’s not going anywhere anytime soon, but it tweaks here and there. Your listening strategy will need to adept with the changes, but continue to pay attention to what is being voiced. Bullas stated that simplicity can be very powerful, so, make sure to use the right keywords. Place them in the introduction or title.

  These are great tips, but passion in what you create is really the key. Bullas identified that it will “provide the energy that will keep you up late at night and get you up early.” It does not have to be perfect, since perfection has not been determined yet. So, if your heart is in it, then you can’t go wrong.

Gaby

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Apartment in the sky!!


Okay, the headline gives it pretty much away. The time has come my little friends, to talk of grown up things. hahaha.. I'm 28 years old, and never lived alone. Let me rephrase that, I've never lived away from "home". When I moved to Seattle 4 years ago, I moved into my sister's place. So, it wasn't the same. I was still living with family. Well you can imagine the excitement and fear I felt, the day my sister confirmed her move back to Miami. I had a stable job in Seattle, and as much as I would love to be closer to everyone, I knew I couldn't give this up. I had to see it through. I had to "fly". We fired up the laptop, and went straight to craiglist.  

I finally found the right place! I wasn't even scared the first night in my apartment. It all fell into place. I miss my family, but I know this would not have worked out if it wasn't meant to be. Cheers to my new place!

I'm smitten! *cue birds and song*

  

 What can I tell you, chickadees, I'm "singing in the rain" in love. Who would have thought I would ever finally settle down? Some might say they always saw it coming, but in recent times, I was showing no sign of looking for a serious relationship. I had just lost a lot of weight, increased my self-esteem and confidence, and was ready and eager for my new adventures. Boy, did I venture onto a BIG NEW ADVENTURE called love.
  
  Like I've recently mentioned, I joined a couple of dating sites. The last one was Match.com. I can't recall how many potential suitors I interacted with, till I met Eric. They became a blur after I met him. Sheesh! Listen to me! Who IS this woman sounding so sappy and cheesy?!
  
  I'm in my late twenties, and can proudly admit that I've never had a boyfriend, let alone a serious committed one. I guess I'm what you call a "late bloomer." So, you can imagine my hesitation, fear, and confusion with all of this. It took me 3 months of dating before bringing up the "the talk." I felt like it was time. Guess what, he admitted that he was waiting for me to be "ready." 
  
  Three months of being official, and six months of dating, I whispered into his ear, "I think I'm in love with you." He responded with, "I know that I'm in love with you." Ladies and gentlemen, I've been hooked, head over heels happy, and never have looked back, since then. 
   I "stand" before you, and the rest of my readers, with these confessions:
        1. I love to cuddle, and be spooned.
        2. I find myself wishing he had come to work with me.
        3. I feel everything is right, when he holds my hand. 
        4. I make collages of our pictures (No scrap-booking yet. I haven't hit rock bottom)

Okay, I'm done with the sappiness. Now bring on the football season and all its glory! 

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Pay to meet people??


 So, I did it. I finally paid to join an online dating site. I kind of feel like a failure. Is this a desperate or hopeful move? I used to think it was pathetic, till a friend said it best: "Do you expect a job offer to fall on your lap? No, you go look for it. You make an effort." I get it. She has a point. I just didn't think I should be spending some of my paycheck on dates. Hmm...I guess it depends on how you see it. Recruiters get paid, and when I go to some places to meet men, there are at times a cover charge. Well, I decided to give it a whirl.
 Ladies and gents, it wasn't that different. I'll admit that the choice of men was definitely better than the free dating sites, but their approach was all wrong. There's this "wink" option that I called the "FB poke".
  "Hey there! *wink* come hither!" The men would "wink" and wait for you to reciprocate. If you do, then you're interested to chat.
No, it doesn't work like that. You're interested? Send an email. I, sure as hell, won't be winking back, because your shy ass is too scared to approach me. Gee....I wonder why?

Monday, February 6, 2012

*News Flash*


Hello my loyal followers and random creepsters,
 I've decided to upgrade my blog. I will continue to try to have popping cherry experiences (that just sounds wrong), but will now add my dating adventures aka train wrecks to the mix. 2012 has already started with plenty of memorable adventures in my dating life, so, why not blog about it? Everyone deserves a chuckle at someone else's expense. I'm happy to take that responsibility. If you can't laugh at yourself, then what's the point of gravy on mashed potatoes!? I'm not delirious, just .... quirky.
 I'm sure people, men and women, children, parents, dogs and cats, even the fatties and the anorexic, can relate to some of my experiences. In fact, $5 says you have better stories than me. Comment and share! I need to know I'm not alone in this 2 and a half ring circus we call the Dating World.
  Today's Entry: *takes a sip of her $7.99 Sauvignon Blanc*
 I'll start with last night. I have a fella...oh wait, I've blogged about him before. If you are a dedicated reader of my mildly entertaining escapades, then you'll recall my first blind date. Rigger is back in the picture. If you're new to this rodeo or need a refresh, then look back at my March blog posts. Look up the blind date one. Anyways, Rigger is back home for a bit, before he's off again on his oil rig. We meet up at my local dive bar, where everyone knows my name. Seriously, they do. I always have a "Norm" experience everytime I'm there. It's not helpful, yet convenient, that this bar is barely a mile away from home. Ok, maybe more than a mile. So he finally shows. We chat it up. This is the 3rd time we meet up in almost a year. The man is very busy when he gets to come back home for 3 weeks. At least, that's what I tell myself. Why do I still meet up with this guy? I don't know. There's something charming, yet too good to be true about him. Oh and I'm a sucker for someone that takes my hand, like something from a Jane Austen novel, and kisses it. *swoon* So, Rigger chats it up. Downs fireball whiskey one after the other. Orders whiskey with soda; I'm seeing some red flags here. Whoa! Slow down there, pally. What's the rush?!
 Rigger apparently was nervous around me and needs to take the edge off with 3 gallons of alcohol. Am I that intimidating to result a man to alcoholism??? What the hell is in store for me!? ugh! I ask him why do I make him so nervous. He replies saying that I'm just so pretty, exotic (thanks mom and dad), and that I'm such an independent and confident woman. He feels like I'm out of his league. Now, do I believe this BS or do I shrug it off? I was dumbfounded. So this sailor had enough to drink and I decided to pay my tab and take him home. As we were driving to his place, he was .... he requested I stay over. He wanted to have a cuddle session. Ummm what?! Yeah, thanks, but no thanks. This gal only cuddles when it's post coital and when you're in need of some support and comfort. Cuddle?! Seriously!? I felt for him. Does he like me or does he think that's what I want to hear?! As I am driving him downtown, he is adamant about the fact that I'm going the wrong way. Not only am I not drunk, ASS, but I have a GPS named MAGGIE that tells me I'm going the right way. Guys, I like to drink. I'm okay with drinkers, but if you're that kind of drunk, than you really need to reconsider you're social habits. I finally get to downtown, after much used patience, and he says to leave him right "here".
 "Ummm, we're nowhere near your place?"
 "Yeah, we are."
 "No, we are not."
 "Gabriela, I'm fine right here."
Ladies and gents, I was fine with that too. I pulled over. Said my goodnights, and told him to please text me when he gets home. He said that was fine and that he would contact me tomorrow to hang out. (WHOA! SUPER BOWL SUNDAY?! NO, THANX) That he was sad I wasn't going to cuddle with him, but that he understood because I was out of his league. I was....speechless. He walked away to god knows where, and I drove back to my dive bar. Peeps, I felt bad and responsible, but at least he wasn't driving. He still hasn't texted me to confirm his safety, though. Anyhow, you're probably thinking and asking yourself, what was so amusing about this date. When I get back to my bar and everyone greets me, "GABY!", I walk to my friend and tell her I'm back due to sloppy pants and I just couldn't babysit anymore. She says, "I'm glad you're back! He was a complete douche! While you were in the bathroom, Romeo asked for my number and asked if we could hang out some time soon! And winked right after!"
 You men are such amazing creatures. Bwahahaha, it baffles AND intrigues me.You spend countless hours telling a girl that she's out of your league and that you need to get inebriated to talk to her, yet you find the time to ask for her friend's number?! Yea, I was fine with Rigger finding his way back home.

To be continued....

Monday, October 3, 2011

“One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure its worth watching.”


 This cartoon was appropriately chosen to describe what my mother said, after I confessed my next cherry popping experience (you're so dirty). I was fortunate enough to be able to cross something off my bucket list at such a young age. So no regrets here! I went bungee jumping, folks!
 Obviously, due to the fact I'm even blogging about it, I SURVIVED and enjoyed it! Would I do it again? I'll get back to you on that. I started to make this bucket list back in high school. I wasn't dying or anything; I just felt like I had too many life changing moments in mind, to keep them all in my head. A lot of the things on there, many would agree, are impossible dreams. Maybe I'll share my list on my next blog post. Anyways, I dragged two victims with me. What? Did you think I would take the risk of possibly dying alone??!!! HA! So naive!
 Kids, I had a moment of panic on that bridge. I could not remember for the life of me, why I wanted to do this. Oh, but this gal did not make a BIG DEAL out of this, and was not gonna bail. Do you recall my double-dog dare post? Yeah, I'm not a chicken shit. If I was, you sure as hell wouldn't know. Well, I guess now you might. Dang it. 
 So, I'm on the edge. My friend, Ryan, went first. He survived. I still had a 50/50 chance. Oh, that small, old, weak-looking crane did not reassure my good odds. I was relieved and glad I went to the bathroom before making this jump. I'm on the other side of the bridge, about to jump, and I just thought to myself..."Think of those people that would say your dreams are impossible of experiencing before you die. Shoot! If you die now, wouldn't you want to know you tried achieving your list at least?" I went for it! 
 WHAT A RUSH! I felt so confused and excited at the same time. Nothing was stopping me from falling for a couple of secs. Just continued to fall. It bewildered me. If you fall, the ground is there to stop you. Get me? Well then the cord stretched to its limits, and I ricocheted. Mom should have been proud, though; that I did not cuss. Or did I? I can't recall. HEY! You can't blame me for not remembering every single detail of that day. I was overwhelmed with emotions! As they were pulling me up, I had to toot my own horn. I didn't throw up! Aside from possibly dying, I was scared I would hurl while I was in the air. GROSS! 
 There it is. One of many things I will be crossing off my "Not impossible" Bucket List. Care to join me on my next adventure?


Saturday, May 28, 2011

Breaking up is hard to do...


"Men want the same thing from their underwear that they want from women:  a little bit of support, and a little bit of freedom." - Jerry Seinfeld

  That quote can go for both genders. I know that I can relate. That's what I want and I am looking for. I want someone to be there for me, just like I will be there for them. I want someone that will give me my space, just like I would do the same. I'm already claustrophobic; do you want to make be emotionally claustrophobic too? I went out with a certain "fish", and it went well. In fact, we had a 2nd "meet up" and that was a good night too. So, what was the problem you ask? HA! Well, we agreed on meeting Friday night after my Post-St. Paddy's Day celebration. He knew I would be sauced and randy. Smart guy. Sadly, something came up. I forgot that I made plans to meet with another fish for the first time. I wasn't gonna cancel, because I had some liquid courage going on. Enough to meet this new fish that was pretty damn attractive in his pics. Don't judge! Fish #1 was a cool guy, but did I see something serious in the future? No. Handful of dates? Yeah, why not? I had options and I was going to take advantage of it.
 Anyways, I told Fish #1 that I was too drunk and would love a rain-check. I needed to go home and sleep. There was no way I was going to be good company. Yes, I lied. Ugh! I hate lying, but I hate being rude and inconsiderate more. I couldn't tell him that I overbooked and had another date. (Stupid me! Looking at the outcome now, I should have.) Fish #1, somehow was already around my neck of the woods and wanted to check on me. I apologized for making him come out all the way over here (mind you, even though I never said to) and explained I didn't want to see him in this state. I didn't respond to the rest of the texts. I met Fish #2 and hit it off NICELY with him. Turned out, he was more nervous to meet me than I was. I'm so intimidating. ;)
  You're probably asking yourself now, "What was the "popped cherry" here? What was her "first"? I haven't gotten to that yet, Speed Racer! The next day, I apologized to Fish #1 again for my behavior. He responded saying things like I should keep my apologies for someone that buys it, and that when I'm ready to talk (instead of text) to give him a ring. I was fuming! I was incredibly shocked! What the hell is this guy having a hissy fit about?! I couldn't call him because 1) I was showing, my old art professor, Seattle while she was here for an art education expo and 2) I know not to have these types of talks while I'm riled up. I tend to stutter and not get to say everything that I want to. Too mad to make sense or complete sentences. I didn't respond to Fish #1, and I called him the next day. Sunday morning, after I had my coffee and breakfast, I laid on my bed and dialed this fool. I don't remember too much of what was said, but I sure remember being told that I was lying to him and shouldn't have. He asked what was he suppose to think when he gets home and sees me on google chat and on POF, instead of "sleeping it off". I could have told him that I knew I wasn't online because I was making out with a hottie in Costco's empty parking lot. I'm not that mean. Instead, I explained that my phone has a gchat app that has me logged on all the time. I also checked my POF earlier that night through my phone, which maybe kept me logged on. I also said that I didn't think I had to explain myself, and that I already apologized. If he didn't want to take it, than that was his problem. He accepted it and said he was just disappointed, because he was really looking forward to seeing me again. Crap. At this point, I was already seeing red flags, bad kind of fireworks, and neon lights telling me to stay away. He asked me out for that night, and I had to decline. I had plans to go to a friend's house for game night. I couldn't bail. He was pretty damn persistent, and wouldn't take no for an answer. He suggested to meet after game night. I told him I was tired and that I was gonna make it an early night. He "jokingly" said that he would be heart broken and lied to again if he saw me on gchat or POF, instead of sleeping. That's where I told him that I had to get ready, and we'll talk later. 
 I was creeped out. I was tired, and I was gonna call it an early night. But I'm also in the right to change my mind. If I was home and it's 10p, and I'm not sleepy, I should have the option to do something like get online or whatever I feel like. I shouldn't be worried who's gonna catch me on and what will they think? Ugh! Men! After much pep talk from my friends and practically a bottle of wine, I texted him with a simple "Fish #1, this isn't working out. I won't make it to dinner Tuesday. Take care." Yes, I texted it. At least it wasn't a post it! bwahahaha! He replied with, "W/e makes you comfortable. I kinda called this earlier. keep my number in case it stops feeling weird. still gonna root for you. get used to it. people think you're great. ;) (go gaby!)" W.........t.........I can't even finish that. 
 So there you have it ladies and gents, I have never "ended" things with someone. Why the quotes? Well, was there really anything to end in the first place?! That's why I placed the quotes, oh and try picture me doing them as air quotes. I love air quotes! 


 P.S. I'm such a heartbreaker.