<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245112375564232252</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 24 Oct 2024 12:49:40 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>daily</category><category>parenting</category><category>Logue</category><category>anna</category><category>bean</category><category>education</category><category>PR</category><category>life</category><category>middle school</category><category>teenagers</category><category>PR business</category><category>TAG</category><category>dance</category><category>gifted children</category><category>humor</category><category>new york</category><category>2E</category><category>504 plan</category><category>Cycling</category><category>Dads</category><category>Divorce</category><category>Erickson Cycle Tours</category><category>FUEL collection</category><category>Facebook</category><category>Gifted Education</category><category>IEP</category><category>Michael Jackson Tribute</category><category>NAGC</category><category>Products</category><category>Social Networking</category><category>Twitter</category><category>abuse</category><category>alfie kohn</category><category>architecture</category><category>bambini boutique</category><category>coding</category><category>crafts</category><category>daily dan reed bean parenting music</category><category>daily global change</category><category>dan</category><category>dan reed</category><category>david goggins</category><category>decorating</category><category>design</category><category>dirty doilies</category><category>dogs</category><category>emotional abuse</category><category>etsy</category><category>etsy contest</category><category>glee</category><category>h and m</category><category>handmade art</category><category>health</category><category>high-school</category><category>ichat</category><category>john mayer songwriting</category><category>kids</category><category>love</category><category>martha stewart</category><category>mathematics</category><category>movies</category><category>music</category><category>narcissistic personality disorder</category><category>narcissists</category><category>parenting teens boys youtube</category><category>plagiarism</category><category>politics</category><category>pom pom</category><category>pr mama</category><category>pretty bitter cards</category><category>scriptedbypurpose</category><category>shopping</category><category>sustainability video</category><category>teens</category><category>thank you cards</category><category>the bite of oregon</category><category>tv</category><category>tweens</category><category>video blog</category><category>wall*e</category><title>agent zoey</title><description>Agent Zoey: someone in her own category&#xa;She&#39;s such an &quot;agent zoey&quot;, unlike those douchebags who are a bunch of wannabes driving around in them golf carts all day.</description><link>http://agentzoey.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Agent Zoey)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245112375564232252.post-3357308671992204963</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2015 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-07-21T11:14:10.391-07:00</atom:updated><title>Honoring My Momma On My Birthday </title><atom:summary type="text">





My Momma. Yes I&#39;m a Mama&#39;s girl and that&#39;s because she gave me a wonderful childhood, supported everything I did, loved me unconditionally, taught me how to cook, taught me what being Super Woman looks like and to this day is my biggest fan. She picked me up off the floor when I couldn&#39;t fathom getting up. She moved in when an injury rendered me bedridden and depressed. She loves my kids </atom:summary><link>http://agentzoey.blogspot.com/2015/07/honoring-my-momma-on-my-birthday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Agent Zoey)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245112375564232252.post-7078083306931655786</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2015 23:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-07-18T16:29:57.994-07:00</atom:updated><title>A View From a Zen Parent</title><atom:summary type="text">




My good friend recently posted this very introspective&amp;nbsp;

look at his parenting in the midst of chaos.&amp;nbsp;

It&#39;s nothing short of brilliant. Enjoy!





















</atom:summary><link>http://agentzoey.blogspot.com/2015/07/a-view-from-zen-parent.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Agent Zoey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit2Hb1faf6rXib0UTYhpj0EVWMSbsUNqLdf0iGVbW4HJ-yq_KHN2iXnWeffEYnsrccCqnLU83hnv42drYgcd4YI0mQGBdAmVKwJ5pY4ZdA33bl60XkRL4-N0gt1mggfY2Mtbz97B50fyRT/s72-c/1.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245112375564232252.post-4383679254074152801</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2015 19:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-05-28T12:18:04.922-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">abuse</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Divorce</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">emotional abuse</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">narcissistic personality disorder</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">narcissists</category><title>New Directions: Coming Out of a Marriage</title><atom:summary type="text">Agent Zoey is going in a new direction. While still chronicalling my life with my children I will now be writing about my experience with divorce and narcissistic ex&#39;s. My marriage was very good at times and very bad at times. There was emotional abuse, physical abuse and cheating. Here is a brief overview before I delve into specifics (if I can remember them). 


During my 20 year marriage my ex</atom:summary><link>http://agentzoey.blogspot.com/2015/05/new-directions-coming-out-of-marriage.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Agent Zoey)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245112375564232252.post-2123672345313795389</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Nov 2010 01:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-18T23:31:09.114-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">504 plan</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gifted Education</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">IEP</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Logue</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NAGC</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">TAG</category><title>They&#39;re Gifted Therefore They&#39;ll Survive and Other Myths</title><atom:summary type="text">As we&#39;re wrapping up the first trimester of school and looking toward the second trimester, my hopes are that with a 504 in place and an IEP assessment scheduled, we will see more differentiation and appropriate curriculum for Logue.Logue was diagnosed as profoundly gifted at age 8.  Recently he has been diagnosed as having Asperger traits, Selective Mustism and Social Phobia. It&#39;s taken us </atom:summary><link>http://agentzoey.blogspot.com/2010/11/theyre-gifted-therefore-theyll-survive.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Agent Zoey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6M9uH_e39Y88qRBzaueRIcZHWTX9FCHbxGZEuiTFPubs2ST4ZSzthDRfJt9MGdSBe3ZeqKAD5LlLF042pXxcWrkuSclsn01nv8HKu58iXrXU5_sxRrGBnZ-S4f-OBKn0vUlhyphenhyphencWhBkKbL/s72-c/mythsposterdetail.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245112375564232252.post-7944948575756366501</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Nov 2010 20:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-11T00:16:38.109-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">2E</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">education</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">TAG</category><title>Luke Skywalker &amp; Superman Our Schools NEED You!</title><atom:summary type="text">As my husband and I have been navigating the special education system it has become so much more clear how little is being done to understand what children need in order to be successful learners.  The latest catch phrase seems to be &quot;21st Century Education&quot; when referring to how classrooms should and can change from teacher centered to information centered.   The possibilities of using resources</atom:summary><link>http://agentzoey.blogspot.com/2010/11/luke-skywalker-superman-our-schools.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Agent Zoey)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245112375564232252.post-4095567743770734332</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Mar 2010 19:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-30T14:08:42.820-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bambini boutique</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">h and m</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">shopping</category><title>My Fieldtrip to H &amp; M</title><atom:summary type="text">I found this dress in all of its recycled polyester and happy floral glory!!!Oh, and I&#39;m using this bag to wear with it:Bambini Boutique - timi &amp;amp; leslie Marilyn Diaper Bag in TealDo I care that it&#39;s a diaper bag?  Nope.</atom:summary><link>http://agentzoey.blogspot.com/2010/03/h-m.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Agent Zoey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhguXioKlCRQ6yA9XpMCjgG2nug76kd8TpjY7zD3UU5Ay1Wo1MqS_nzepI7xyUK4bG41eJMuHpTO55CTKolgsoiYzuIfKGW4UQCWq_ecmZUs1TKF0YsXkNnbsgxtFu1w8DfaUFngS5wGaDQ/s72-c/Timi-and-Leslie-Marilyn-II-Insulated-Bottle-Tote-in-Teal.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245112375564232252.post-1749400760591872017</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 20:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-12T19:52:25.432-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">education</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">high-school</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Logue</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">teenagers</category><title>1st High School Trimester Redux - Part 1</title><atom:summary type="text">Since Logue entered high school this Fall, my anxiety level started increasing exponentially.  The voices inside my head keep saying &quot;Now his grades actually count.&quot;  At first I had to restrain myself from grabbing his backpack and doing his homework for him.   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Remarkably, it is the same disease I was diagnosed with 9 years ago. No one can fully understand another person&#39;s experience until they&#39;ve lived it and even then it is through different filters, perspectives and emotions.</atom:summary><link>http://agentzoey.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-anna.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Agent Zoey)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245112375564232252.post-3261015502544086625</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 17:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-26T13:25:05.953-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">alfie kohn</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parenting</category><title>Parenting - Are SuperNanny and Dr. Phil Steering us Wrong?</title><atom:summary type="text">I found this article from the New York Times, When a Parent’s ‘I Love You’ Means ‘Do as I Say’ by Alfie Kohn quite thought provoking.  As a parent I&#39;m constantly motivated by the desire to keep my kids out of therapy in their adult years as a direct result of my inept attempts to protect, teach and guide.  I find myself fighting the urge to &quot;helicopter parent&quot; quite often even though I know </atom:summary><enclosure type='text/html' url='http://www.nytimes.com/2009/09/15/health/15mind.html' length='0'/><link>http://agentzoey.blogspot.com/2009/09/parenting-are-supernanny-and-dr-phil.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Agent Zoey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLprY9WZ9IznP_3DDhtNrO2z3_5YT3Xd4yL_SmsMXBPO2wWl3YQuwZc5aBwHNW6NaWrjyAXNut4GPBRPP47WzsTGHUrKX60TP0yYLkmnBrJg_3Uf89T2CE9XwW67yF15KqOCzHI1tBgG5b/s72-c/mind_large.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245112375564232252.post-3299522275387905546</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 20:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-05T11:27:05.335-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bean</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">teenagers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tweens</category><title>This Girl</title><atom:summary type="text">Dear beautiful, free thinking, independent yet dependent Bean,You can be so smart, funny and fun to be around but sometimes the teenager in you comes out and it scares the hell out of me.  I feel like I can barely remember the last nine years and I don&#39;t want to lose any more time.  I guess that&#39;s the question I have:  Do you &quot;lose&quot; time that has past when memories fade?  Or is it something </atom:summary><link>http://agentzoey.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-girl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Agent Zoey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIQln75wm35GebFiYtGAiE7QV_cCogD6SriGxYE5fRG-VwCUKVnQL-djo2pjxs8KQ-aBGiHyTlMjCPCRRfJQeATWAGUFRmkTpVo26GyX6Bdpn-9uWeWRFPo3DsGOEaJ5rgB2U0y0oqGp7l/s72-c/mimpi_soy_june09_large.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245112375564232252.post-3241517566794759283</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 05:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-21T22:06:50.265-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text"> </atom:summary><link>http://agentzoey.blogspot.com/2009/07/dan20reed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Agent Zoey)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245112375564232252.post-7675067795298885407</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2009 15:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-26T11:15:42.169-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bean</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Michael Jackson Tribute</category><title>I Should Have Done This a Long Time Ago</title><atom:summary type="text">When the world lost two legends yesterday I panicked.  Not only from the sadness of the loss but from the fear that I hadn&#39;t taught my children about the people from my childhood who have shaped the entertainment world today.  I thought I had time to inject little bits of Michael Jackson musical history into Bean&#39;s world of Hannah Montana and The Jonas Brothers.  But, as life reminds us from time</atom:summary><link>http://agentzoey.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-should-have-done-this-long-time-ago.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Agent Zoey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJkk5iIIJHfrQ5A6letG8VYg0376EacA_mX7pW0w6klTP0QSAsu6xbXSzx5H1NBw5iR4D7_uoKsiz_rUyW62Lp8_if97oOLQPEkiZnuPqnY55GmAJWzTw3LoVh-B7XGaX5Q5y365YJl0JT/s72-c/michael_jackson.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245112375564232252.post-2036649134404673992</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Apr 2009 17:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-14T11:02:43.739-07:00</atom:updated><title>OUT OF THE FOG</title><atom:summary type="text">Oh, I just came out of a fog.  A wrong-freakin-medication-for-a-year-and-a-half fog.  And the thing is I didn&#39;t realize I was in a fog until I changed medications.  I mean, I had moments when my gut would say &quot;Hey, I think we&#39;re not doing so well,&quot; and my brain would say &quot;Quit your whining wimp!  There are children starving in Africa.&quot;  By the way, I do have an adopted child in Uganda.  His name </atom:summary><link>http://agentzoey.blogspot.com/2009/04/out-of-fog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Agent Zoey)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245112375564232252.post-3407919202516735220</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Mar 2009 02:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-11T20:39:48.176-07:00</atom:updated><title>RANDOM DENIAL</title><atom:summary type="text">Dammit, it happened again. I found another career to add to the 582 careers that I want to pursue.It always happens on a day like today when I&#39;m in the middle of a Fibromyalgia attack that inevitably makes me depressed, grumpy and guilt-ridden because I&#39;m not dealing with my day-to-day responsibilities.It&#39;s a slippery slope of guilt, denial and...I don&#39;t know WTF else.  As if I don&#39;t have enough </atom:summary><link>http://agentzoey.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-denial.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Agent Zoey)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245112375564232252.post-8281217829797952480</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2009 21:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-21T13:56:23.409-08:00</atom:updated><title>MY WORK LATELY</title><atom:summary type="text"> </atom:summary><link>http://agentzoey.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-work-lately.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Agent Zoey)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245112375564232252.post-352051265262042430</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Feb 2009 20:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-16T13:27:29.915-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sustainability video</category><title>SUSTAIN-ABILITY</title><atom:summary type="text">I think my efforts to be a more responsible user of the earth&#39;s resources and making our family&#39;s carbon footprint smaller has rubbed off onto my children.  Yesterday as I turned on the ever-so-stylish eyeball lights in our living room Logue (age 13) told me &quot;Mom, you should turn on the light in the middle of the room it uses less energy.&quot;  Right, I knew that.  Bean (age 8) decided her next </atom:summary><link>http://agentzoey.blogspot.com/2009/02/sustain-ability.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Agent Zoey)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245112375564232252.post-8906192557913623211</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2009 18:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-14T11:06:30.305-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Products</category><title>BITTERSWEET</title><atom:summary type="text">Photo courtesy of Gear LiveI seriously want this Vivienne Tam Mini HP Laptop in all its glorious,-Asian-inspired-floral-luscious-red splendor!  But, I&#39;m not willing to give up my MAC. There have been too many PC deaths in this family for me to recover emotionally and stop wanting to write YOU WILL DIE SOON on every PC screen I see. So, I&#39;ll just drool.</atom:summary><link>http://agentzoey.blogspot.com/2009/02/photo-courtesy-of-gear-live-i-seriously.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Agent Zoey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIVuGMv-yU9FMVvSwntiCZPLnvNUmuO7UjGhIuakuEhhc5Das0mZnt1y4QZ_m45H3Iry7PF6uMQfSwkirQEJn_NNpDSIJ8737ZUYWyF6nMlQQA3-vza6lJdkc1YLiT5mms0HkOpVKyCGrD/s72-c/002-hp-vivienne-tam-mini_medium.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245112375564232252.post-3880025712224768367</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Feb 2009 16:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-14T11:05:07.188-08:00</atom:updated><title>GREENER PASTIMES</title><atom:summary type="text">Ever since I saw the image of a Polar Bear sitting on a melting piece of ice, I vowed through the tears in my eyes to do my part to reduce my carbon footprint. First, we adopted Lucy, June, Ruby and Honcho two years ago and in return for all our food scraps and a little TLC they give us...EGGS!  We live in a neighborhood where mini mansions are sprouting every 2 hours (except now they&#39;re not </atom:summary><link>http://agentzoey.blogspot.com/2009/02/greener-pastimes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Agent Zoey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioKJVkmdMjO2c36nylGjXMXY6n8cFVBefqpR9jTkXhYo7rZl59WlXZOc14-srHMxVp1SzTi3AQODn6uL5z6envbhOQ6ond9c_rY3zz1veOks7oTPdNma0jdJCP1pFVjfKLD5tsVGAF7cP8/s72-c/printer.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245112375564232252.post-8679493103034362882</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2009 01:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-16T19:57:10.609-08:00</atom:updated><title>WHEN I GROW UP</title><atom:summary type="text">I want to be just like my nephew Scotty:Lake Oswego&#39;s Leedy and Reader lead Lakers past Oregon CityI&#39;m no basketball expert but did you see the rock he threw from downtown? The kid can make it all day.  He can drive, draw and dish - put the ball on the floor.  The boy&#39;s got mad skillz.  Werd.  Respect.  Peace Out.</atom:summary><link>http://agentzoey.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-i-grow-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Agent Zoey)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245112375564232252.post-7720327011143428514</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2009 01:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-14T11:06:14.467-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">PR</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">PR business</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Twitter</category><title>GOOD PR VS. BAD PR</title><atom:summary type="text">I don&#39;t write often about my professional life and actually I&#39;m still not.  But, the profession I&#39;m in can be such a  cluster f*ck   at times it&#39;s highly entertaining.  Public Relations is evolving faster than you can &quot;Twitter&quot; the words.  It&#39;s well -   a good thing and a not so good thing.  Sometimes I can get a little bitchy when I see a good organization leaving a bad impression. In fact, </atom:summary><link>http://agentzoey.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-pr-vs-bad-pr.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Agent Zoey)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245112375564232252.post-6980476085280507428</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2009 22:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-09T14:10:28.495-08:00</atom:updated><title>WHERE&#39;S THE BEEF?</title><atom:summary type="text">Lola Jonesing for Ice CreamOriginally uploaded by agentzoeyWe&#39;re being held hostage in our home.  If you hear from us in the usual time period call for reinforcements!  The four-legged members of our family have taken over.  First I started noticing our language and conversations change.  Instead of the usual, &quot;Dinner is good mom&quot; or, &quot;Could you please pass the salad?&quot; I would hear, &quot;Could you </atom:summary><link>http://agentzoey.blogspot.com/2009/01/snv30539jpg.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Agent Zoey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3212/2813945259_434550205b_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245112375564232252.post-7819917979014554218</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 03:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-06T18:15:25.484-08:00</atom:updated><title>RESOLVE</title><atom:summary type="text">re⋅solve   /rɪˈzɒlv/verb, -solved, -solv⋅ing, noun–verb (used with object)1. To come to a definite or earnest decision about; determine (to do something): I have resolved that I shall...So it begins.  The juncture each year in which we ponder ways to make ourselves or our existence better.  I started this post with the full intention of revealing the softer side of me.  How I was going to find </atom:summary><link>http://agentzoey.blogspot.com/2009/01/resolve.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Agent Zoey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglUblB0AXhmLSFr_BrCuR5bzq55KfBupwuk1onWuxde94aKO2FMNhr0uJiGTF3ZhFiwEDoYkbvHIp0_lZIJqIZgI-ZXXazmEwWb8RJj7jjBD80tBhQzItuwhp2Wl0y4-8-9b9NiPQ5Me1e/s72-c/workout21706.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245112375564232252.post-5951945074807503099</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2008 22:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-05T14:07:19.495-08:00</atom:updated><title>George and TI</title><atom:summary type="text">I let someone down. Actually two people, friends, but one of them is dead now.  I hate being so blunt but that&#39;s the reality and I don&#39;t want to sugar coat it.  When I found out about the death and the cancer, the guilt came back in a huge, tidal rush.  Guilt so strong that it was all I could feel for a long time.  As usual I became angry with myself for all of the things I didn&#39;t do, the phone </atom:summary><link>http://agentzoey.blogspot.com/2008/12/george-and-ti.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Agent Zoey)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245112375564232252.post-522936328157660264</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Nov 2008 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-24T22:58:38.435-08:00</atom:updated><title>Correspondence</title><atom:summary type="text">*warning:  several references to the rear-end and its parts.  Not for the weak of heart.Dear Dr. Pain In The Ass,I want to thank you for my recent sigmoid-whatchmacallit.  I&#39;ve had a few but WOW, this one was really one to remember.  Your assistant told me he had pain medication to give me if I needed it.  He said I would be asleep anyway but promised the drugs were ready and waiting in case I </atom:summary><link>http://agentzoey.blogspot.com/2008/11/correspondance.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Agent Zoey)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245112375564232252.post-6973865243899861609</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Nov 2008 17:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-11T11:22:14.918-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">daily</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Facebook</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Social Networking</category><title>Facebook - Not Just College Gossip Anymore</title><atom:summary type="text">As I talk to friends and colleagues about Facebook (don&#39;t forget I am of the age group, according to the original Facebook crowd, &quot;Old People Invading Facebook&quot;) I notice generally two schools of thought.  Those who use Facebook to get in touch with friends, post photos, poke a person or a hundred and those who won&#39;t touch Facebook because of its annoying reminders, lack of anonymity, time </atom:summary><link>http://agentzoey.blogspot.com/2008/11/facebook-not-just-college-gossip.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Agent Zoey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL86c0u1C8veYvkmETWYL3xCi0T77wcRgg8ay91zJk2ikQayuuIha405Wp3kW73tqHhabMxttjhmGeRz_217rdQnws0TLwCt1mkD9tmufiVaeO3GmBuAehaWpm_8gW7WylTl8lKcZnnj7b/s72-c/causeslogo.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>