Archive | October, 2011

Authors by Moonlight

13 Oct
You know what I love most about this amazing opportunity to guest blog at Authors by Moonlight today? Every time I think, type, or say “Authors by Moonlight,” Billy Currington pops into my head. “There’s a little moonlight, dancing on the sand….” Mmm, mmm, mmm. Thank you, Sherry James!
I refrained from blogging about Billy, but it’s still worth a look!

Cold, Dead Fish

10 Oct

When I first started this blog, I told myself over and overagain that I would not use it as a means for ranting. I chanted it like alittle mantra. “I will not rant…I will not rant…I will not rant…” So far, Ihave listened to myself. However, after truck shopping with my husband thisweekend, and shaking hands with countless salesmen, I have decided to make anexception.
 
Whatever happened to a good, old-fashioned, firm handshake?Or maybe I should be asking, when did men start shaking hands like afour-year-old? Limp fingers, limp wrist, no squeeze, no pump action from thearm? My dog puts more effort in shaking hands than some of those guys did. Iwork as an administrative assistant at a church, so I shake a lot of hands. Letme tell you, the eighty-year-old women who come into the office have more manlyhandshakes than the men I shook hands with this past weekend. And their handsare dry.
Most of our salesmen were younger guys, mid-to-latetwenties, so maybe it’s a generational thing. Proper etiquette in general iskind of a forgotten art, so maybe no one’s teaching kids the how-to’s ofhandshaking anymore. If that’s the case, here’s a lesson: Your hand is not adead fish. It has muscles and bones and tendons in it. Use them.
The handshake is the first impression someone has of you. Ifyou do it wrong, it leaves a lasting impression. (That’s a bad thing.) If youwant to come across as self-confident, motivated, aggressive in your field, aquick, firm, sharp handshake is a means of doing so. I’m not saying you should squeezeso hard you crush my fingers together, but for goodness sake, if you’re goingto press your sweaty palm against mine, at least put a little effort into it.That’s all I ask.