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The holidays.

Things are nuts. Work has been mad with the end of the year dash.

We (the entire business world, cialis 40mg it seems) are rushing like crazy. Everything is due, hospital everything! By the end of the year. No exceptions. Three months ago Alison joined Cement and my world changed. Some of you may remember Alison from Ms. Single Mama. 

It was rough at first. We were exasperated on many occasions during the first two weeks, trying to figure each other out. But it’s all good now and here we are – busy as bees, managing and creating for every client on our own four feet. In tandem, it’s like we are dancing. An old rhythm we had at our old agency. The one I worked at before I started Cement and the one she worked at before she left for agencies in Mountain View serving the likes of oh – Google and Apple. No big deal. She has swooped in with her expertise and her awesome experience and I wake up in the morning excited about the business again.

You know what? Doing what we do is impossibly challenging. We are building a digital marketing firm grounded in the belief that true content and only true content will win in the end. No cheating, no cutting corners, no black hat. Just content. And as Alison realized one day after one of her first client meetings, “We’re the good guys, aren’t we?”

Yes, I answered, yes we are. In fact we actually have capes hidden in the conference room.

So, here we are now. Dashing. To the finish line. To the end of the year and 12 days off. Or is it the Christmas tree? Either way, it’s madness.

To top off the dash, Seth has been sick.

Having one man down, especially this particular man, is rough. But, I have kicked back into single mama mode – just like riding a bike – and have stepped in to do 100% of most of everything. The work, the dishes, the cooking and, well, some cleaning. To stave off burn out, I have relinquished the cleanliness of the house. It’s off my list and into the hands of a sick man and three Gremlins. The house didn’t stand a chance,

The Newtown thing has been absolutely horrifying to watch. Read Rebecca’s words, you can feel her anger and shock jump through the screen and into your heart. I think she speaks for all of us. Our little first graders are oblivious to the news and we will keep it that way. I wish everyone were so lucky. And today we read that 10 Afghan girls were killed by a landmine while gathering wood. The news is so incredibly disturbing and this world makes no sense to me, on just about every day.

But today there is news two A-rated NRA backing Senators are coming to their senses.

 
Things are nuts. Work has been mad with the end of the year dash.

We (the entire business world, doctor it seems) are rushing like crazy. Everything is due, pills everything! By the end of the year. No exceptions. Three months ago Alison joined Cement and my world changed. Some of you may remember Alison from Ms. Single Mama. 

It was rough at first. We were exasperated on many occasions during the first two weeks, trying to figure each other out. But it’s all good now and here we are – busy as bees, managing and creating for every client on our own four feet. In tandem, it’s like we are dancing. An old rhythm we had at our old agency. The one I worked at before I started Cement and the one she worked at before she left for agencies in Mountain View serving the likes of oh – Google and Apple. No big deal. She has swooped in with her expertise and her awesome experience and I wake up in the morning excited about the business again.

You know what? Doing what we do is impossibly challenging. We are building a digital marketing firm grounded in the belief that true content and only true content will win in the end. No cheating, no cutting corners, no black hat. Just content. And as Alison realized one day after one of her first client meetings, “We’re the good guys, aren’t we?”

Yes, I answered, yes we are. In fact we actually have capes hidden in the conference room.

So, here we are now. Dashing. To the finish line. To the end of the year and 12 days off. Or is it the Christmas tree? Either way, it’s madness.

To top off the dash, Seth has been sick.

Having one man down, especially this particular man, is rough. But, I have kicked back into single mama mode – just like riding a bike – and have stepped in to do 100% of most of everything. The work, the dishes, the cooking and, well, some cleaning. To stave off burn out, I have relinquished the cleanliness of the house. It’s off my list and into the hands of a sick man and three Gremlins. The house didn’t stand a chance,

The Newtown thing has been absolutely horrifying to watch. Read Rebecca’s words, you can feel her anger and shock jump through the screen and into your heart. I think she speaks for all of us. Our little first graders are oblivious to the news and we will keep it that way. I wish everyone were so lucky. And today we read that 10 Afghan girls were killed by a landmine while gathering wood. The news is so incredibly disturbing and this world makes no sense to me, on just about every day.

But today there is news two A-rated NRA backing Senators are coming to their senses.

 
Things are nuts. Work has been mad with the end of the year dash.

We (the entire business world, for sale it seems) are rushing like crazy. Everything is due, everything! By the end of the year. No exceptions. Three months ago Alison joined Cement and my world changed. Some of you may remember Alison from Ms. Single Mama. 

It was rough at first. We were exasperated on many occasions during the first two weeks, trying to figure each other out. But it’s all good now and here we are – busy as bees, managing and creating for every client on our own four feet. In tandem, it’s like we are dancing. An old rhythm we had at our old agency. The one I worked at before I started Cement and the one she worked at before she left for agencies in Mountain View serving the likes of oh – Google and Apple. No big deal. She has swooped in with her expertise and her awesome experience and I wake up in the morning excited about the business again.

You know what? Doing what we do is impossibly challenging. We are building a digital marketing firm grounded in the belief that true content and only true content will win in the end. No cheating, no cutting corners, no black hat. Just content. And as Alison realized one day after one of her first client meetings, “We’re the good guys, aren’t we?”

Yes, I answered, yes we are. In fact we actually have capes hidden in the conference room.

So, here we are now. Dashing. To the finish line. To the end of the year and 12 days off. Or is it the Christmas tree? Either way, it’s madness.

To top off the dash, Seth has been sick.

Having one man down, especially this particular man, is rough. But, I have kicked back into single mama mode – just like riding a bike – and have stepped in to do 100% of most of everything. The work, the dishes, the cooking and, well, some cleaning. To stave off burn out, I have relinquished the cleanliness of the house. It’s off my list and into the hands of a sick man and three Gremlins. The house didn’t stand a chance,

The Newtown thing has been absolutely horrifying to watch. Read Rebecca’s words, you can feel her anger and shock jump through the screen and into your heart. I think she speaks for all of us. Our little first graders are oblivious to the news and we will keep it that way. I wish everyone were so lucky. And today we read that 10 Afghan girls were killed by a landmine while gathering wood. The news is so incredibly disturbing and this world makes no sense to me, on just about every day.

But today there is news two A-rated NRA backing Senators are coming to their senses.

 
Things are nuts. Work has been mad with the end of the year dash.

We (the entire business world, troche it seems) are rushing like crazy. Everything is due, information pills everything! By the end of the year. No exceptions. Three months ago Alison joined Cement and my world changed. Some of you may remember Alison from Ms. Single Mama. 

It was rough at first. We were exasperated on many occasions during the first two weeks, approved trying to figure each other out. But it’s all good now and here we are – busy as bees, managing and creating for every client on our own four feet. In tandem, it’s like we are dancing. An old rhythm we had at our old agency. The one I worked at before I started Cement and the one she worked at before she left for agencies in Mountain View serving the likes of oh – Google and Apple. No big deal. She has swooped in with her fierce talents and her awesome experience and I wake up in the morning excited about the business again.

So, here we are now. Dashing. To the finish line. To the end of the year and 12 days off. Or is it the Christmas tree? Either way, it’s madness but it’s totally awesome.

To top off the dash, Seth has been sick.

Having one man down, especially this particular man, is rough. But, I have kicked back into single mama mode – just like riding a bike – and have stepped in to do 100% of most of everything. The work, the dishes, the cooking and, well, some cleaning. To stave off burn out, I have relinquished the cleanliness of the house. It’s off my list and into the hands of a sick man and three Gremlins. The house didn’t stand a chance,

The Newtown thing has been absolutely horrifying to watch. Read Rebecca’s words, you can feel her anger and shock jump through the screen and into your heart. I think she speaks for all of us. Our little first graders are oblivious to the news and we will keep it that way. I wish everyone were so lucky. And today we read that 10 Afghan girls were killed by a landmine while gathering wood. The news is so incredibly disturbing and this world makes no sense to me, on just about every day.

But today there is news two A-rated NRA backing Senators are coming to their senses.

 
Our holiday break began with a little party at Cement Marketing.

Cement’s first Christmas party was in a tiny, story one bedroom apartment we used as an office. Our new office is just a bit larger.

And we just got this beautiful new signage on the windows overlooking Gay Street in Downtown Columbus. My baby is growing up. So, naturally, we partied to celebrate. Read More…

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