WWS...crowded...with Ideas (Wonderful Wedding Show)

    

 Last weekend I went to the Wonderful Wedding Show...It was a long day...So many women not a wholelot of variety in terms of design...Alot of free cupcakes...one kiosk almost made my "bride" swear off cupcakes for good...Oh yah... I got volun-told I had to stand in a wind machine to catch money for a discount for her as well....Yah the things you do for love...Anyhoo...the wedding show had alot of kiosks with extremelycreative methods of attracting a crowd...I thought it was pretty smart of them to give all the brides pink lanyards...i let the vendors know who to "harass" we put ours on the eight year old, and cracked jokes about dowries and child brides...not everyone got it...lol...

 From pole dancing to DJ's to pulled pork to intimate photos they had it all...its sad though that in such a crowd simply saying 'excuse me' was not a major concern...all in all it went well and my 'bride' came away with a lot of good ideas...That almost made up for the video she shot without my                     knowledge...almost...

I definitely got loads of great ideas for promoting my groups' upcoming magazine...HeadRush Magazine...it's a magazine about fabulous headwear andthe people who carry of the styles with panache...you can follow us on Twitter...@HeadRushMag or Facebook at HeadRush Magazine, to keep up to date as we develop our concept and kickstart our promotions...We will be staging a 'photo shoo't at RRC-Princess Campus in the near future...come on down in your fanciest piece of head wear and get photographed for a chance to be featured in our premier issue!!! 

More details to follow on Twitter and Facebook.

Mission Statements and Muppets

                                                                             

Our PR class today was all about creating mission statements...both personal and professional ones...its a lot harder than you might think... To write something that signals to the world what you stand for and also to look to when you need inspiration. 
You run the risk of having something that baffles others and depending on your own mood; totally confusing yourself...As I struggled to put together the words that I thought represented what I was all about; i realized that it actually required some thought...I wanted my mission statement to actually say something about me that I would like other people to know...and respect...or at the very least...read... 

I finally came up with mine...


To never be afraid to stand alone; to be a tree of a thousand stars (or more); to always look within for strength; to love; to hate; and to be honest about it; and to look damn good doing it!

I think that pretty much sums me up...I decided to take a stroll down my favorite street because we all know that if you really need inspiration...123 Sesame Street is THE place to go... and of course I was not disappointed...I thought this lil' clip was very in tune with our project...What do you think?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cyVzjoj96vs 

p.s.---The 'thousand stars' reference is related to my name, which is a species of Bonsai tree (Serissa -as i spelt my name for the first 20 years of my life- thanx for the confusion Mommy...) which is called a tree of a thousand stars...google it!!

                                          pic of Serissa Foetida taken from flikr from Yahoo

                                                                   

Chris (Dr.Petty) and Cleese

                                                                                                              

                                                                                                              
One of our first classes last week was the beloved,  The Writer's Craft with Dr.Chris Petty.  With his lovely English accent and surprisingly versatile sense of humour this is by far one of my favourite classes.  Why are you laughing? It is, seriously...Okay so it’s the English accent, nothing can sound bad with an accent like that...but i digress...After a brief lecture Dr.Petty played us a movie, or short film? I am certain that I was not the only one excited to see John Cleese's name in the opening credits (that’s right B-Easy).  Come on two English accents in one day…within the same hour? However was I supposed to learn anything? *sigh*

The movie/film titled, "Meetings Bloody Meetings" is a very creative, if dated (it was made in 1976) tutorial about how properly planned and organised meetings are the most effective methods of internal communications.  John Cleese depicts a mid-level manager with mediocre management skills.
How does this factor into my very eventful weekend you may ask? And if you didn't you should have...Well I was the ‘victim’ of a poorly planned meeting this past Sunday.  I lost a huge portion of my day in a meeting that had me literally ticking off everything that the participants were doing wrong to waste time...

Don't get me wrong I spent most of the meeting either laughing my head off, or chuckling under my breath, (while furiously recording the minutes).  This meeting was like going back home to the Caribbean and just watching my aunts prepare for a huge party or event.  Chaos always ensues.  This meeting, that should have been an hour and a half at the most, started at 1:30 p.m. and ran until 5:00 p.m. I kid you not...
Luckily being inundated with the loud, sing-song accents of these women transported me to my childhood, which, luckily for me is chock full of great memories of my extended family.  I found myself very homesick and after a while I revelled in the chaotic atmosphere. The bickering, joking around and endless interruptions, as well as, the total ignoring of the Agenda were something to behold.  But the piece de resistance has got to be when the Chairperson pulled out a projector and proceeded to show a slideshow of her recent trip to India, Germany and Italy, midway through the proceedings. 

Don't get me wrong I had a great day, good food, ridiculously intelligent, accomplished women with shared ethnicity and really interesting pictures, but I had only expected to be at the meeting for an hour at the most.  Needless to say, by the time it was over I barely got any groceries done. Why did I sit through this you may ask? Well, it was important that I not only showed up to this meeting, but also that I made a good impression by showing keen interest.  That’s what I am going with...the free food and dare I say, homey atmosphere obviously did not make an impact.

It’s not that I have never been to a meeting before but I am left wondering if it was because I had just recently seen “Meetings Bloody Meetings”, or if I was just having some kind of bizarre culture shock, that I even noticed all the time wasting that occurred. It’s been a while since I have been so completely immersed in my Island culture, could it be that  I have  assimilated to the North American culture  so much so that a  mere  dose of patois can bring forth all these startling revelations?

That being said I wait with bated breath for the next meeting…One of the ladies leaves for Israel next week ;).

3 Decades of Moi...

                                                 Lucky #13...of December :)
                                                                                                  

It's been 30 years now since I have been wandering this planet, thinking the big, important questions like...
Why are we here? Do I really have to wear this for work? And also...Why do my kids hate me?
lol...Just semi kidding on that last one...

I turned the big 3-0 over the holidays...at which point...I swear, my left knee decided to give out and I am now scouting Chiropractors.  I seem to lose my breath alot quicker too...stairs are evil contraptions...

that could just be the steady diet of Cheezies for breakfast I have adopted, but I think more nefarious plots are afoot... Age is out to get me!

                                                                

I have already decided that I am to be immune to every pitfall of the aging process,

both mental and physical.  I won't admit to noticing a few of my dear Mater's trademark behaviours,
now fully adopted and honedinto my own patterns of speech and thought processes.  Besides, I only have
three grey hairs...I read somewhere that a woman's real deepest, fear is to turn into her mother,
but nope...that will never happen to me.

My mom always credits Sesame Street with my love of language, indeed my reading abilities at a very tender age (3yrs).  This blog will be a mixture of my numerous daily encounters, that invariably always have me saying, "It could only happen to me."  If all else fails I will go to my favourite daytime show Sesame Street and take a look at how it filters popular culture into the simplest form, enhancing rather than detracting from the original message.

    Mishi and I @30th bday (celebration?)

My Momma and me
        
    My bebbies...when rasing them was easy and a whole lot funner!

To kick start...here is my current Sesame Street hot pick!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EKIvEVkAfW4&feature=player_embedded  dirty
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0UAeiNB_pL8&feature=related  clean