Look who showed up for the weekend! Grandpa!!!
Look who showed up for the weekend! Grandpa!!!
Martin and I just challenged each other to find the better pizza deal. Normally, our pizza bill for a family of five is $25, but with Miss C at a sleepover, we wanted a smaller order. Clacking away on our laptops, I looked up and saw him furrowing his brow which made me optimistic that my clever idea was totally going to win.
My total for a large with three toppings (one side pepperoni, one side bacon/pineapple) and dessert cakes for the kids = $19.44.
His total for two mediums (one pepperoni, one b/p) and dessert cakes for the kids = $19.43.
I should know better.
I was in the middle of this yesterday…literally. It was a lock-down of a few federal buildings due to threats made against the government. My two coworkers and I were walking out of the building to lunch when we were suddenly swarmed by police cars and police personnel coming from every direction.
The photo here looks to be taken some time after the incident. That corner was PACKED with police vans, vehicles, and cops. We were waved across the street and onward to our lunch destination, where we received the “shelter in place” text updates on our phones. So after reporting our whereabouts, we stayed at the Native American Museum enjoying hot chocolate and Tres Leche Cake for dessert until the “all clear.”
Just another day in DC.
I took my mother to work with me earlier this week. She commuted with me via car, Metro subway, and taxi, got to sit in my office, shake hands with my supervisor, chit-chat with my coworkers, and take in the view of the Capitol Building from the top floor. I didn’t even bother explaining who she was when making introductions, I know we look so much alike.Continue reading
Because it’s #TBT, because my mother is in town to hang out with her three grandkids, because I look like her, and because Lola looks like me, because it doesn’t get old, and because the 80s rocked …
Someone left a gift in my purse. Or he is just REALLY good at hiding from his person.
Took a quick break to visit the new memorial just outside my office building.
A photo I took last week during my commute. This was the first time I saw an ad on the Metro ceiling. (Photo from Sept. 4, 2014)
I was in my building all day last Tuesday, and didn’t realize a huge storm rolled over us. So I was a little stunned by how dark, eerie, and quiet, and drenched everything was outside when I left my office. This is the photo I took that day. That storm cloud over the Capitol was constantly lighting up, too. Very cool.
Coming out of the Metro, I saw this rainbow. Made me smile because right over yonder is our fave fro-yo spot.
[dropcap style=”color: #9b9b9b;”]I[/dropcap] bumped into Paul — a good friend and former colleague of mine — while attending a social media summit at the Eisenhower Executive Office Building at the White House earlier today.
Paul and I worked together for a few years at the Pentagon, when I was still active duty in the Air Force and he was a contractor. After my deployment, and after senior leadership realized that an Airman *could* blog about her deployment and not ruin the military, I was put on the team (which included Paul and my girl Moe, and JV, and others) that ultimately wrote the first policy on social media for the Department of Defense.
These days, the both of us work for the same department (but different agencies), so it’s not too unusual to cross paths. This time, it was at an event with a bunch of other federal workers from across the government, all who specialize in the communications, data, and information career fields.
There were three panels of speakers, all professional communicators, who shared some success stories and lessons learned from their sites and organizations. It was a great opportunity to meet others in the field and put some faces with the names I see in emails and various correspondence across the Internets.
My dad has said more than once that he always hesitates before telling people what it is that I do. Of course, he hesitated over the past year when my department was in the news all the time for a certain website and all that jazz.
“Why can’t you work at NASA?” he’s asked. “People know what happens at NASA. I wouldn’t have to explain.”
But he also admits he isn’t really sure how to explain what I do because public affairs specialist can mean a lot of things.
Each time he says that, I remind him he wouldn’t be wrong to just call me a professional communicator. I take official information and I relay it to the public in a variety of ways.
There’s a little bit of marketing. A little bit of PR. A lot of program management. A lot of writing. A lot of multimedia. Sometimes traditional media. And as the summit summarized today, social media and data, too.
All for the government.
And always for the people.
And most of the time, I work with some really awesome people like Paul.
And sometimes I get to take pictures like this one …
You may have seen the headlines and grainy video footage, but here’s the truth: I’ve been crime-fighting with these two all weekend all over DC.
It’s been exhausting.
But the world is a safer place now.