Passive Income Steams on Social Media

april2017bHow often do you hear about everyday, ordinary people making some extra money using social media? I have been hearing a lot about it lately so I decided to see what the “Hoopl-la” was all about. I created a web page, You Tube page, and Facebook page, all revolving around women’s hair creations. Now, this isn’t my first time every creating a social media page nor am I new to the “Hair-game.” My focus, for this venture, was to see just how easy it would be to get paid from the work I did on my social media pages. I am going to keep an on-going blog about this process and I will begin by listing the social media sites that I am using (to get me started). As time goes by and I get progressively better at creating content for my followers, I will make note of that right here. So come along for the ride and let’s journey together down the road to passive income streams on social media.

Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/HairFixBuckingham

Webpage: http://hairfixbuckingham.weebly.com/

YouTube: need 100 subscribers to get a custom URL (so I’ll wait to post the address)

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/hairfixbuckingham/

Carla Hayden: Librarian of Congress

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The 14th Librarian of Congress, Carla Hayden, makes remarks after taking the oath of office on Wednesday. Photograph: Pablo Martinez Monsivais/AP

This article was incredibly uplifting in a time of political uncertainty. We have the new President taking his place in the White House and so many Americans uplifted with the pledge to make America Great Again. We also have the discouragement felt each time he opens his mouth to speak publicly, resulting in some group or person being insulted by the character and unyielding stance the new President (sometimes) takes. Former President Obama’s appointment of Carla Hayden to Librarian of Congress gives all Americans a chance to look ahead as we continue to progress toward equality, sensitivity, and global acceptance. She has been very active in voicing her opposition to the Patriot Act but also looked at the question of, “How do we insure national security while preserving a person’s right to know.” I thought about how moments like those must have been perplexing to her. I wondered who she could have gone to for more information being that she was (by profession) the manager of information.

I had a different reaction when I read the part of this article that mentioned Melvil Dewey (creator of the Dewey Decimal System). It seems so idiotic to think that women are only capable of accomplishing monotonous tasks. I laughed because I wondered if he had given any thought to the task of childbirth. If he truly believed women were only good for handling monotonous work, then his very existence would be (according to him) the result of monotony.
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Sources
Woods, Baynard (2017). Theguardian, “Carla Hayden: new librarian of Congress makes history, with an eye on the future ” Retrieved from https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2016/sep/15/carla-hayden-librarian-congress-first-woman-african-american-post-interview

Write More!

stationarysetAt the beginning of this new year 2017, I told my husband that I wanted to begin writing letters to people who I once new very well (like childhood friends) and have since lost contact with or only see (occasionally) on social media. So I bought a stationary set (very pretty purple) and I have my favorite pen on the ready line. I thought I would start out by making sure that I send at least one (two page) letter to someone once per month. If I am feeling particularly inspired, possibly even two letters to different people. So it is nearing the end of January 2017 and I just realized…I don’t have anyone’s mailing address!

Library etiquette….shhhh!

2016-03-14 001 085I completed by undergraduate degree and was accepted into business school at Wayne State University beginning this Spring/Summer session (2016). I’m pretty excited and want to really get things started in a positive direction as I work toward my MBA. Today, I went to the library to begin work on my final paper (Due in one month from now). I have my usual spot on the top floor all the way in the back where it’s normally pretty quiet. Occasionally you get people who are not used to the idea that libraries are not the place to have open conversations. This was one of those occasions.

As I approached my favorite study area, I noticed two girls talking in a normal tone of voice. I selected a table that was on the far end from them. The talking didn’t seem very disturbing and I thought that they would discontinue since they noticed that someone else was now in the same area of the library. They continued to talk and I took out my headphones and plugged them in. As I listened to some study music I could still hear the discussion at the far end of the library. I turned and looked in their direction, our eyes connected but they continued to talk.

I would turn around two more times after that and by this time the conversation they were having included some laughter as well as very audible discussion about medical school. Finally, I decided that I would just leave because I was not in the mood to teach the finer points of library etiquette to these neophytes.

As I approached the elevators, I noticed the two girls coming behind me. I thought this would be a good time to let them know how inconsiderate they were. I had a second thought and the elevator doors opened. As I stepped into the elevator, I held the door and impulsively said, “Excuse me ladies, I just wanted to let you know that from the time I arrived in this library you both held a conversation that was so loud I could hear you with my headphones on.” They both looked at each other then looked at me and said, almost in unison, “We’re sorry about that.” All I could think was…that’s it, you’re sorry?

I concluded by saying, “You couldn’t cut me some slack here? I don’t mean to sound so bitchy but you made it really difficult for me to study.” They said sorry again and the tallest one added, “You could have come over and said something to us.” I shook my head to prevent myself from saying what I was thinking, We are all in a library, normally reserved for quiet study, and you think I should have stopped what I was doing to walk over to your table and remind you that you shouldn’t talk in a library while others are trying to study—how inconsiderate!

Farscape on Netflix and sleep-watching

Last night I fell asleep while binge-watching Farscape on Netflix. This morning, when I opened my browser to see the last thing I remembered watching, it was set to continue watching season four, episode 4, “Lava’s a Many Splendored Thing.” Even though that was the last thing playing when I fell asleep, there could have been any number of scenes, episodes, or specific dialogue that triggered this question in my mind, “Are the petals on a flower redundant or necessary?” I thought this was a funny kind of question. It made me think about the human body and life’s redundancies.

Life, in general, has built-in redundancies. That is to say, body parts and organs sometimes come in pairs. I’m not an expert on anatomy but my best guess is that there are spare-parts (redundant organs) that create a solution for a just-in-case-scenario. For instance, just in case you break your left leg, the right leg still works and you can keep you mobile. If you lose your left hand, you still have the right one to help with activities of daily living, and so on.

Inside the human body there seems to be this same type of fail-safe. For example, if something happens to one of your lungs, you have another available. A woman with one ovary can still produce a child with a man who has one testicle. People have been known to live a full-life with one kidney, even though it may be a more complicated one. Humans have one head, heart, and stomach. If any of these are rendered inoperable then death is eminent.

So, “Are the petals on a flower redundant or necessary?”

What’s behind gratitude?

I can remember when I moved out of my mother’s house. It was right after I left college to get a job at the post office. First I moved in with a friend then a couple weeks later, found my own place. I didn’t have furniture so my mother let me take my bed with me. I was renting a studio apartment—the bed doubled as a sofa. Eventually, I was able to buy a very small kitchen table that had two chairs. It fit in the corner-most part of the kitchenette. There was a small stove with an oven, a small refrigerator with a freezer at the top and a small sink. I worked most of the day so the dishes were never left unclean.

There was a coin-operated washer and dryer in the basement of the apartment. Instead of regular coins, tenants needed to purchase tokens from the rental office in order to use the washer and dryer. Instead of going through the trouble of trying to catch the rental office during business hours to purchase the tokens, I asked my mother if it would be alright to come over and do my laundry a couple of times per month—she agreed. I was very thankful and decided to clean her entire kitchen each time I came over. This was usually on Thursday’s, just in case my boyfriend and I wanted to go out on Friday nights.

My mother’s kitchen wasn’t terribly huge. Whenever I went over my mother’s to wash my 2-loads, the kitchen was cluttered. It seemed as if every plate, glass, cup, spoon, knife, fork and cooking dish in her cabinets was sitting out. Most often there was food left in them—several days old from the looks of it. My brother and sister (both older than me) were living in her house, during those days. My sister had two children and no one thought they should clean the kitchen. My clothes didn’t take long to wash and dry. I started cleaning the kitchen as soon as I put the first load in the washer. I was a dish-washing-wizard.

When my mother taught my sister and me how to wash dishes, I really liked how clean the kitchen was after we finished. It wasn’t long until we each had our very own day to wash dishes—mine was Thursday. As we got better at cleaning, our day turned into a week. By the time my sister was in middle school and I was in my final year of elementary, we were assigned house chores that lasted for a full month! I remember thinking how unfair it was because all my friends only washed dishes for 1-week at a time then their older brothers and/or sisters took over. I didn’t realize how grateful I would be later in life because of this.

By the time my clothes were finished I had the entire kitchen spotless! My sister hadn’t come anywhere near the kitchen while I cleaned and neither did my brother. In fact, I believe they both left the house and didn’t return until I was about to leave. That’s when my sister came in the kitchen and said, “Oh, wow! thanks.” Then she started putting dishes in a box. I asked her why she was packing momma’s dishes and she told me those were her dishes. At that moment, all I could think about was the fact that she let me clean her dirty dishes without even offering to help. My agreement was with my mother—to clean for HER.

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When my sister said thank you, it didn’t feel genuine. An authentic show of gratitude would not have been cloaked in deceit. She wasn’t thankful that I cleaned our mother’s kitchen (because for some reason she hadn’t). Her gracious attitude wasn’t even due to the fact that I cleaned-up behind her, my brother and my niece and nephew. She was glad that I (blindly) washed all her dishes and she didn’t have to help—so she said thanks. How do you thank someone for doing something you let them believe was for another reason? Her deception didn’t end there.

As I gathered my clean clothes to put in the trunk of my car my sister walked out with me. She asked if I could give her a ride to the other side of town. I was low on gas but agreed that I would. As I got in the car she stood at the driver’s side.  With a wad of cash in her hand she said, “Never mind I’ll just get a cab. I don’t want to use the little bit of gas you have. Thanks anyway.” I thought to myself I wish she would thank me with a few of those dollars.