Michael Jordan
Since he's only the greatest basketball player EVER, and in honor of THE MAN being inducted into the Basketball Hall of Fame today, there is no one else that I would rather be in a elevator with than the one and only, Michael Jordan.

Now, this has been a long-time dream of mine—being in a space with Michael small enough that I could actually look at him closely...close enough that I could study his face and his greatness. Heck, I might even muster up the courage to talk to him if I was in an elevator, because I would have the knowledge that I would never ever have the opportunity to be as close to him again; thus I would have to say something.

Maybe I would tell him how much I respect him for never quitting. Like in 1997, Game 5 of the NBA finals, MJ made 38 points in 44 minutes on the court, fighting the flu the entire time. Even though he was dehydrated, unpracticed from vomiting the entire night before, and exhausted from no food and no sleep, he kept playing—helping lead the Bulls to victory over the Jazz with a 90-88 final.

So maybe that's what I would say to him—"Michael, you never quit. You played your last game with the same heart as your first, and that is something to be commended for."

Or maybe I would be so star-struck that I couldn't say anything at all. Either way, just to be in his presence would be a dream come true...

What do I do on a daily basis? I solve problems-that's what I do. As President and Executive Creative Director of an advertising agency, I am faced daily with a new set of fires to put out-some easy and some not so much. The first thing I do when I get up is check my Twitter. I am officially obsessed. Then, I feed my kids. When I say kids, I mean my two attention-starved dogs. By the time I get out of the shower, I have already written a blog and sent it to the agency to proof, so by the time I get there it is posted. I get to work and respond to my latest hits on Twitter, check on client emails, and check in with the creative team. Knowing my luck, this is when the emergency of the day happens-a client panic, an agency issue, or a typical "Stephanieism," as my husband likes to say.

Once the crisis is handled, I grab lunch with a client, friend, or the team. By this time I have checked Twitter for the 224th time today, and it's time to check Google analytics again. The afternoon brings a client meeting or concepting meeting with the team. In the meantime, I am checking to make sure that everything is up-to-date in the billing department, grab an afternoon snack, and answer the fifty emails I just got within the last hour. I check in with everyone, pack up, research reports (or a book on social media), and grab layouts to review later on tonight, after I check my Twitter, of course-all of this in an effort to solve the world's advertising problems during a recession. Solving problems for a living? No problem.

Dreamland Ribs
I would send Dreamland Bar-B-Que's stack of ribs and a loaf of bread along with some sweet tea and lots of extra napkins, as you definitely will need them when you dive into these ribs. There is nothing like it anywhere else. You can only eat at the restaurant in Alabama or Georgia, but they actually do ship orders for the true Southerner who needs to have them somewhere else.

the latest issue of Southern Living
This magazine always makes me feel like I'm at home, as it offers the best of Southern life. Not only does it display beautiful Southern homes, but it also features Southern meals, decor, and highlights Southern destinations. While other magazines may offer the latest and greatest, this one does so with Southern flare and reminds me of my roots.

a copy of Lynyrd Skynyrd's
No matter where I am when I hear this song, it instantly takes me back home. "Sweet Home Alabama...where the skies are so blue..."

Some people might laugh at it, but this is a true favorite for any Alabamian. Somehow, it never gets old.