Stealth Concealment — Concealing cell phone towers like cheese disguises broccoli

Conceal cell phone towers in your neighborhood with Stealth Concealment

Cell phone towers are everywhere. Have you ever seen a really large flag pole? Or a tree that seems to be a lot taller than the surrounding ones. Chances are you are looking at a cell phone tower. There are roughly 21 cell phone sites for every McDonalds in the United States and if you’ve ever had a dropped call, you will agree when I say we do not have enough. The problem is cell phone towers are ugly. If you’ve ever seen one in the wild, you know what I’m talking about.Stealth_Infographic_piece2

I was happy when Stealth Concealment reached out to me to talk about their company and how they work to conceal cell phone towers. As a new homeowner, I’m concerned about what’s happening visually outside of home — I like sitting on my front porch and watching the grass grow. As a social media marketer, I am also concerned about my mobile phone service and being connected. While I’m not part of the 91% who feel cell phone service is more important than coffee (Who are you people?), I am one of the 7 out of 10 homeowners (albeit a brand new one) who are concerned about the appearance of cell phone towers.


Since I live in an area that looks like Norman Rockwell drew it for the cover of the Saturday Evening Post, making sure a new cell phone tower is camouflaged is very important to me as I don’t want our small community to lose its charm. We would either have to lobby for the cell phone service providers to conceal the towers with something as equally charming, or talk to our community leaders to make sure the tower didn’t detract from our picturesque beauty.Stealth_Infographic_piece4

When I go home to visit in Western, North Carolina, mobile service is poor. I always know when a new cell phone tower has been installed based on how far up I have service when driving north on the rural two lane highway. Many cell towers used to stand out in the open, but now they are so well disguised I can’t pick them out.

Knowing what happened to our beautiful mountains before ridge laws were put into effect, hiding cell phone towers is very important to me. I want it to blend into the landscape and not be an eyesore that takes away from my beautiful state. I’ll just have to remember that we’re not the land of redwoods when I see an abnormally tall longleaf pine.


Conceal cell phone towers in your neighborhood with Stealth Concealment


Disclosure: I am a member of the Everywhere Society and Everywhere has provided me with compensation for this post. I also love broccoli without cheese and with. All thoughts and opinions expressed are my own.


Exploring the world of food and more…

Growing up, quite a few members of my family were farmers. Full-time. My Grandparents worked full-time, and on their one acre piece of land in “town” produced an amazing amount of food, partly driven by how they grew up, their desire to put up their own food, and their own frugal ways. If you had grown up during the Great Depression, you would do the same thing.

As such, where my food comes from and how it’s produced has always been a concern of mine. I grew up seeing food produced and, now that I am a homeowner, am looking forward to not having a super-manicured lawn, but a lush garden. My yard is currently filled with the finest red clay soil North Carolina produces and it’s going to take a long time to get it to the fertile soil that is ready for planting stage.

I started thinking more and more about the world of food, feeding the world, and doing it sustainably after I toured pork farms in Eastern North Carolina last year. With every farmer I talk to, every meal I cook, I am considering the hard work and dedicated people who are tasked with this enormous endeavor.

We have a large burden to carry in this world, and a great responsibility to our fellow man. So many will disagree with that statement, but it seems we no longer “do unto others” in a quest to not look much further than the mobile devices being held in front of our faces.

This topic is so difficult. I think the best people covering the world of food are over at National Geographic. “By 2050 we will need to feed 2 billion more people without overwhelming the planet.” They tackled this growing issue head on as part of an eight month series. It is long form, investigative journalism at its best. A fascinating series that, as I gear up for another foray into modern animal husbandry in another month, is causing me to think deeper about global issues and how to advocate and do what is right. The world depends on us.

Shedding the winter coat with Gillette VenusSwirl™

Gilette Venus Swirl Razor Review

I spent the earlier part of last week shedding my winter coat with the Gillette Venus Swirl™ razor. I would love to say “no judgment” as a southern gal never develops a winter coat, but it has been cold and I had no desire to shave my legs every day. Seeing as how I have been hiding out in cozy pants and sweaters, there was no need. (I also moved during the month of February and my razor has yet to appear among the boxes.) However, North Carolina is known for its changing weather and we jumped from 40 degrees to the 70’s and I needed to clean my act up in a hurry. Imagine you’re Magilla Gorilla and you want smooth legs for a cute dress. That’s your mental image for this review.

Gillette and WalMart reached out to me to ask if I’d like to give the new Gillette Venus Swirl™ a test and I took it as a sign. I headed to the shower with my new razor and the Gillette Venus Olay VioletSwirl™ Shave Gel, took a deep breath and got to work. The Olay® VioletSwirl™ shave gel was a pleasant surprise. I don’t normally use a shave gel because I find their fragrance overpowering and fruity. VioletSwirl™ is subtle, without that cheap candle mimicking spring scent.

Here is where I noticed the differences. I have been a Gillette Venus user for a long time (years). It is a great razor. But the Venus Swirl™ beats the Venus by a long shot. Venus Swirl™ is the first Venus razor to feature Gillette’s most advanced blade technology, with five Contour™ blades that cut hair at lower cutting force and have thinner, finer edges — the thinnest in Gillette’s history. The Contour™ blades individually adjust to a every curve and contour.


Combine that with the new proprietary FlexiBall™ technology and it offers a totally unique movement like no other male or female razor on the market. Venus Swirl™ is the first and only razor with the FlexiBall™, moving in multiple directions to navigate all of the tricky areas of a woman’s body. It helps shave hard-to-reach places and capture hairs other razors might miss. (They miss plenty — I have yelped many times since I started shaving while plucking a rogue hair from the back of my knees with tweezers.)

Gilette Venus Swirl Razor Review

What really sold me was VenusSwirl’s™ new Microfine Comb and five Contour™ Blades. Pesky knee and ankle hairs and other tricky areas are no match for it! The comb grabbed hair you might have missed at the back of your knee and guides it to the blade. The visuals were almost too much for me it works so well.

VenusSwirl Razor by Gillette.

Where can you find this magical winter coat pulverizer? Look for the entire collection of VenusSwirl™ products in the shave aisle at your local Walmart store or at

Do you want to give the Gillette VenusSwirl ™ and Gillette Venus Olay VioletSwirl™ a try? I’m giving away a $20 Wal-Mart gift card so you can pick up your own VenusSwirl™ products today. Giveaway ends March 30, 2015, at midnight.

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Disclosure: This post was sponsored by SheSpeaks/Gillette Venus. I’m pretty sure the world at large is thankful for their intervention. 

Honey, I’m Home.

Honey, I’m home. Wait, what? I’m here and starting to get back in the groove of life.  My muse is still playing hide and seek. She’s like a fairy flitting in and out, tempting me with a word here and there. I’m pretty sure she’s waiting for warm weather to get here and stay so she can camp out in the back yard and work on her tan.

Confession: I almost wrote the post that said it was time to stop blogging a few months ago. I have been doing this since 2002 and feeling worn. Writing is only a small portion of what makes a blog and the rest was weighing on me. I’m a writer, and I’m afraid if I were to let it all hang out like I would like to on here, well, you would all hate me. You see, my sense of humor, at times, is more warped than a cast iron pan left in the rain. It’s a fine line to walk.

All of that being said, I’ve decided to loosen up a bit on here. I’m not going to run you off, because I’m sure if I were coming close, you would tell me. It’s time.

In the mean time, which WordPress just decided to auto correct to “emanating” I’ll be starting to write again. Getting into the groove, as it were. Not like Madonna, but as she is my current ear worm after typing that sentence, it means I must share gratuitous 80’s music.

Mojo versus the Muse

Jim Morrison's Grave at the Pere Lachaise in Paris

A writer’s muse is an odd thing. We always refer to our muse in the masculine or feminine. I have been calling mine by a different name — “absent.” My muse decided to go on vacation during my move and is frolicking in a location I would choose, so I am sure she is somewhere tropical, being served drinks by smoking hot cabana boys with silly umbrellas and more rum than necessary.

My muse is a lush. This is the only obvious reason for her not being here. She is wasting away in some form of rum soaked, Jimmy Buffet sea salt coconut colada, complete with requisite tanned, oily limbs and extra highlights in her hair.

I hate her. Admit it, you hate her too.

So tonight, I am writing here to see if it create a little mojo. What is mojo? Well, it is defined as a “a magic charm, talisman, or spell.” I was given this idea while on the way home today, driving down I-85, sunroof and windows open while “L.A. Woman” by The Doors was cranked to an unacceptable level.

Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow”

And as I sit here, with Jim’s voice in the back of my head, I think about when I decided I wanted to be a writer. I’m almost certain it was 1988 and I was in Paris, at Jim Morrison’s grave at the Père Lachaise Cemetery. I was 15 and had been wandering the cemetery for hours, passing the graves of Barbusse, Colette, de Musset, George Sand, Molière, and Oscar Wilde. (I’m quite sad I didn’t take the chance to kiss Wilde’s grave while wearing red lipstick.)

Jim Morrison's Grave at the Pere Lachaise in Paris

Mr. Mojo Risin’, Mr. Mojo Risin’
Mr. Mojo Risin’, Mr. Mojo Risin’
Got to keep on risin'”

Is this helping call my muse home? That I cannot tell you. What it is doing is reminding me of when I young, without any fear, searching for Jim’s grave and making a profound decision that I chose not to act upon until 2002. Jim the masterful poet, rock star, and pretty boy, who would die more than a year before I was born.

Like Mr. Mojo Risin’, I’ve got to keep on risin’. But it also means I have to write, whether my muse is here or not. She can have her sunny escape, I’ll take the dark, seedy underbelly and find my way back into the City of Light — my writing.

Image courtesy of: Atel301 (Own work) [GFDL or CC BY-SA 3.0], via Wikimedia Commons