When I started my online persona, I wanted to remain anonymous. Well that didn’t last long. Once I started meeting some amazing people, my face was out there. As was my life in many respects (I keep my professional life out of this stuff).

So here’s where I need your help.

My blog masthead doesn’t show my face. In fact, it’s an outdated picture now. Changes include hair, laptop and boobs. Look here to see.

My Twitter account doesn’t show my face either. In fact, my Twitter avatar is simply a Mercedes Benz symbol. Remember that my middle name is Mercedes and my user name there is susanmercedes.

This doesn’t stop me from posting oodles of pictures on Twitpic. They show all of me…my face, my friends, parts of my home, my stuff, etc. Therefore anonymity is out the window. I’m out there for all to see.

So please, share your opinion using this poll…

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Tags: photos, Poll

I’ve never done this before. (These days, I’m discovering that I don’t say that phrase often enough, but that’s a totally different issue.)

I’ve never had a guest writer. But I had an experience recently that caused my abs and cheeks to hurt from laughing so hard. Rather than me trying to recreate the humor and sound like I was just making fun of my friend, I offered him the opportunity to retell the story. This is the email message I got. Verbatim. Except for the comments in blue which are from me (starting now!).

Email message:

I think it may be too long.

HAHA – that’s what she said!

-Jeremiah

Blog submission:

For my birthday Susan took me out to lunch-or a ‘@susanmercedes’ as we call hours-long lunches that include alcohol. When we got to Wild Grape (yummy restaurant in Salt Lake City with a great wine selection and a fun staff…shown below) Susan made it a point to let everyone know that it was my birthday. Everyone. Which is fine if you’re the kind of person who is comfortable with a lot of attention, but I’m not. (Whatever, he loves it! Jeremiah, you’re officially a liar in print.) After what seemed like an hour of this, we were seated.

Susan’s personality is infectious (not like herpes or a staph infection, but like happy, fun, make you want to smile infection) and our cute waitress warmed up to her quickly. This never works out well for me because Susan likes to make jokes about my um, manhood, and my performance in the sack-despite the fact that SHE HAS NO CLUE. Our friendship is strictly platonic and always has been, but somewhere along the way Susan took a potshot joke and ran with it. But today was my birthday so she promised to be on her best behavior. And she was, at least until dessert arrived because at this point we were quite a few drinks in.

Waitress, setting down the goat cheese panna cotta: “Go ahead, try it. I’m in to reactions.”

Susan: “Oh yeah? Then you should totally have sex with him” (pointing to me)

The waitress laughed hard, her eyes shooting straight up as some people do when they’re laughing at something embarrassing.

Susan to the laughing waitress: “Yes, that’s exactly the reaction you’d have!”

Doubled over in laughter, the waitress managed to turn bright red despite her olive skin. I was in a similar state, laughing even though Susan had just told a perfect stranger that I was a joke in bed.

I’ve always been able to laugh at Susan’s jokes that come at my expense because quite frankly (Here comes Jeremiah’s chance to publicly tell the world about how wrong I am. Let’s see how he does.) I know the truth and she doesn’t. If I were self-conscious about it I might not be able to take the jokes, but as it is, I just think they’re funny. (That completely sounds like something a guy who drives a huge lifted Ford F-350 would say.) Somehow I’ve even convinced myself that her jokes would be endearing to other women and help my cause, though they certainly haven’t so far. (Hey ladies, he’s single. And I doubt that I am the reason.)

I’m pretty sure if I ever go back and get that waitress again I won’t be landing a date, but I *can* expect to be laughed at. (Jeremiah, is that so different from any other place you go? At least with me it isn’t.)

I realize that posting this may lessen my chances of getting more guy friends. But I don’t do this to all of my guy friends. Only Jeremiah. He’s special that way. *pointing below his belt*

Tags: birthdays, humor, lunch

Last Friday several of us gathered together for cocktails and some food.  I always insist on group photos. I want memories, damn it. The people in the photo below are folks I have met online through www.twitter.com. I realize that this may sound weird. However I see it as a way to meet people I would have never met otherwise.

The signs in the photo deserve a brief explanation. The cut-out “t” is the symbol for twitter. The “@” sign is placed in front of all online user names. Obviously, SL,UT stands for Salt Lake City, Utah. It also describes those who have loose moral standards and are promiscuous.  I will not identify those people in this photo.

‟Twitter Friends”

(l to r) Amy/@RedDuchess, me!/@susanmercedes, Brett/@latent_image,
Gigi/@dizzlepop, Laura/@lgoulding, Robyn/@photogirl66
(picture courtesy of Peter/@TheB0y who refuses to be in them) 

Anyhow, back to the picture. Please notice how everyone is cracking up. Well, everyone except me who is innocently posing for a group photo to make freaking memories. I don’t get it. Those giggling devils.

Tags: Friends, twitter, weekend plans