One. Two. Three. Cheese!

Hey you. I just had my picture taken for my Facebook profile. Thankfully, I didn't blink. I usually blink. So what do you think? How do I look? What a good hat day, huh!

I just wanted you to be able to put a face with the name. If we haven't yet, my name is Chloe Pink...I'm a cartoon spokesperson who wants you to believe in yourself and follow your dreams. That's right. Not your friend's dreams. Not your Aunt Gertrude's dreams. Your dreams!

If you have an example of how you've followed your course when circumstances --whew! What a big word -- or people have tried to steer you away, I'm pretty sure my bloggettes would want to know. I certainly do. What did you do to stay focused on your own dreams? What were the challenges. What were the rewards?
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Friend "count"

Friendship has always been important to me. Having a few people to share my dreams and struggles with over a cup of joe magically makes life better. Which brings me to Facebook, the social network of friends galore. As much as I like FB, I do think the whole "friend" thing is a bit silly. I mean, c'mon. 96 Friends? Really? 96? And that number is actually eency compared to some of my other FB friends with more than 1,000 friends. Also, many of my 96 FB "friends," I've never even met face-to-face. They're biz associates of associates of associates of associates. Or, they're people I went to high school with and don't remember from those prehistoric, pre-wired days. On the other hand, Facebook does give me opportunities to get to know people I already know just a little bit better. Sometimes that's good and sometimes that's bad. If you know what I'm sayin'. And I'm sure that works both ways. Like, I wonder what my FB friends think of me and my Chloe Pink posts, etc. on my Facebook page? Who knows. Oh well. Gotta run. I'm meeting a friend--A real friend. For dinner. In person.

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