I'm Wallace
Wilson. From Kansas
City. This site is a collection of various feeds listed below, as well
as native posts on this blog. Feel free to follow me at any of them:
twitter . google
reader . flickr . blog I have worked in politics, been an agent for motivational speakers and authors, managed retail and warehousing and ran my own interactive marketing shop for 3 years. I had a brief cup of coffee with a larger agency and for the last 6 years have been the Systems Manager at SJI, a children's clothing manufacturer and retailer, where I head up IT for the corporate office and 70+ retail locations nationwide. Starting to get back into the interactive marketing side as well. Which I like a lot more than IT. I'm not even sure how I got into IT. Recently became a Certified
Inbound Marketing Professional. Not sure that gets me anything, but there it
is. I wish people, businesses, organizations, schools, neighborhoods...everybody...would learn how to use the web better. Call me if you need help, because your websites bother me. I would also like to open a deli in Brookside. Call me if you want to do that too. Husband to
Emily
Wilson and father of Grace and
Wally email: ww@wallacewilson.net
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Wanting to post a video from the newest iPhone to see how it looks on Tumblr. Kids - States - obnoxiousness - warnings about Texas. It’s all here.
Breakfast @ Eggtc. The lady behind Grace was not a very nice lady…as you may guess by looking at her.
We went over to Amy and Seth’s (Claire and Leo’s) on Sunday night, and needed to make a quick stop at the store. Emily and the kids waited in the car while I ran in. While inside I received a text message from Emily: “Grace says she hopes u don’t forget to buy diapers and put them in ur face”.
I asked Emily how Grace came up with that. She said she just asked Grace what she wanted to tell me and that’s what came out. She thinks she just hangs out with us too much. I have to agree.
(original tweet expanded/edited)
Something is wrong with google and twitter right now. I’m getting strange things from both.
On the way to school today Wally told me he really wanted to fly. I’m only blogging this so one day if he grows up to be an astronaut I can say “I remember the day his dream of being an astronaut was born. He was only 3 years old”. I figure it will be a good story. I’ll embellish a little when I tell it.
Of coarse he could just want to ride on a plane I guess. He’s kind of hard to understand.
