Putting Square Website Pegs into Round GoDaddy Holes (economy hosting eye-opener)

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When you get the Economy GoDaddy Hosting you can only put one website on that bad boy.

So if you’re getting your hosting with GoDaddy (I do not know why you would but our client wants everything all in one place, so we’re doing that) and you have more than one site or blog…go for the middle level at least.

If you cannot figure out why you have two domains up and the alias won’t come off of the subdomain, it’s because you have the economy package from godaddy. You have to upgrade to remove the alias.

Mostly I’m writing this because I searched for two hours to figure that out. When you’re given a login and told to set up two sites, well, you set up two sites. Or try. For another two hours. Before you realize there is a problem and then you can’t find any pages with the answer.

Maybe someone else will search and find this page and it will save them time and frustration.

Have You Ever…Slept In Workout Clothes?

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This morning as I was dragging myself from my coffee cup to my bedroom to change into workout clothes, I had a weird thought.

What if I slept in my workout clothes? Then, when the alarm goes off in the morning, I could just get up and do what I need to do.

Does it sound crazy? I’d put on a clean workout outfit and then get up and workout. It seems really simple but after I thought of it I realized I have never seen anyone recommend it or say they did it. Of course, I’m not deep into the fitness community online or anything, but you’d think this would be on every Top Ten Ways to Make Your Workout Easier list on every blog on fitness ever if it’s as good an idea as it sounds.

Have you ever slept in workout clothes to make sure you get your workout in every morning? Do you know anyone that’s done it? What do you think of the idea?

Little Safety Scissors Make A Big Impact

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I walked out into the dining room and the first thing I saw, on the bench at the dining-room table, was a chunk of hair.

A serious chunk of hair.

Immediately, I began to worry and hunted down the kids. Who knew that safety scissors could cut hair? Why wasn’t there any crying involved? (Both my kids are growing out their hair and I thought screaming would ensue like it does when I even mention hair-cutting within earshot).

They were playing in the bedroom like nothing was wrong. I tried to see from my vantage point at the doorway which one had less hair than before. I honestly couldn’t tell, but figured this just meant it was a huge chunk on a part of someone’s head I just couldn’t see.

A┬ástarted flipping her hair talking about her “new style” – I looked closer and asked her to show me. S looked at me, puffed up her chest and said proudly, “I cut her hair, doesn’t it look beeyoutiful?” Upon closer examination I saw the straight lines and layers that were cut into A’s hair.

I don’t have a picture because I kept trying and couldn’t get the camera to pick up the delicate lines.

S can either cut hair (it’s a family thing, I can cut hair, my cousin can, my aunt can…) or she lucked out and we need her to start picking lottery numbers. My guess is she has the hair cutting gene from my side of the family.

It’s good to know she’ll have something to fall back on if her dreams of being a famous artist or dancer don’t come to fruition. Hell, it’s better than being a server at the local Olive Garden while waiting for fame and glory. (Note: I worked at the OG for three years. *shudder* Wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy. Ok, maybe my worst enemy, but not the so-so enemies. Seriously)

Starting Fresh

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Over time, I’ll be adding all the old posts back in. Selectively.

I have the whole blog downloaded as a 1300 page PDF file on my hard drive, so nothing is lost forever. I didn’t realize it would be that long, and I have to say there is something so refreshing about starting entirely from scratch. Beyond Mom v. 1.0 was the first WordPress blog I ever started. Oh, no, that’s a lie. It was the second. I was still getting my footing and trying to decide, exactly, what the hell I was blogging about.

My niche changed from marketing to branding to social media to parenting to being a wife to finance to starting a business and there was some mommyblogging in there too.

So even though it’s a new dawn and a new blog and all that, it’s still the same me, doing the same kinds of things, but hopefully I’ll be able to separate them out so you can only read what you want. For my readers who came to me through my finance posts, the finance category will have its very own RSS. So will family stuff and reviews. If you go look you’ll see the review blog is no more. (More on that in a post to come later…)

There will be a fitness section, too, as I continue the journey I’m on to be the fittest, most nutritious version of me I can be. The nice thing about the individual RSS feeds (once I figure out how to do them, of course) is that you can read only the sections you want to read and ditch the rest.

Ok, enough with rocking the placeholder entry. I’ll see you soon. I have to repopulate this bad boy and that means a lot of talking. Maybe some new topics, and hopefully a lot more videos and humor.

There Is Only One Way to Succeed

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I mean there are about a billion paths to success but the only way to get to the end of any one of those paths is to stay on them.

There will always be someone

  • Funnier
  • Smarter
  • Wittier
  • Richer
  • Classier
  • Prettier
  • Faster

…and more amazing than you could ever be.

But the only thing you need is stick-to-it-iveness.

You’re not running anyone else’s race but your own. Your only real competition is you. And the only way to get to the finish line is to keep going.

My New Year’s resolution is to stop measuring myself by the ruler of what other people are doing and worry about me and what I’m doing and where I’m going.

Happy New Year!