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trying to be me

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Ongoings and Businessy Things

Been a bit busy lately.  And I have quite a few posts that are in need of backdating, because they should have been posted long ago.  Including the Boy’s 11 month newsletter.  Especially since he’ll be 1 in less than 10 days.  Pretty amazing.  And I could go on and on about all the fantastic and amazing things he does and gush over him, but I’ll save that for his newsletters.

I’ve been busy doing quite a bit actually.  Hubs and I have been going to our local farmer’s market and trying to sell things.  What REALLY happened was that we got a lot of email addresses and phone numbers for a nice database.  So we’ll see if anything comes from that.

Also, and probably more importantly, I found myself a paid writing position.  Well, it’s a contract/freelance type gig, but it pays.  So I’m SO game.  It’s nice.  I can turn over a large number of articles in  a short period of time for any given project, and there’s very little editing that is requested of me.  It’s pretty awesome.  So awesome that I’ll be ordering business cards soon.  Yup.  I think this could take off.  And at the very least, I’ll have something to put in those fishbowls at restaurants to win a free lunch.  Optimistic, no?

So, if you are in need of a writer, check out my contact/hire me page that will be coming soon.  Because this is my blog and I’m allowed to promote myself, shamelessly or otherwise.


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Trying to Be Me

We’re visiting my in-laws in Florida.  And while it’s been great, I feel like I’ve been walking on eggshells trying to do everything “right.”  Or at least how my MIL would want things done.  And while I think I’m a good mom, I often wonder what she’s thinking.  There’s been six kids and thirteen grandkids that she’s been through, there’s no doubt she’s judging me.

And now that I’ve gotten that off my chest…

I’m thinking about revamping this blog.  My other blog has gone through various incarnations wherein I was trying to find its voice and its feel, and I think I’ve done that.  And of course the background changes every so often when I’m feeling whimsical.  And to be honest, I feel more like myself over there.  And I want that here, instead.  Or perhaps in addition to…


The first thing that has changed was the web address.  I was looking for something defining about me.  Maybe a word or phrase that I use constantly that would spark someone to think, Oh, I’ve heard her say that or that is sooo her.  But that was hard because all the clever things I kept coming up with were clearly taken.  So I went with my name.  But that is sooo me.

Also, I’m not just a mom.  I’m a woman, a wife, a writer, a TV aficionado and a tech geek who misses being a tech geek.  So I want this blog to encompass all those things, rather than just the one.  I expect there will be lots of mommy things because the Boy is just so cute and keeps me on my toes constantly.  But I’m aching to find a place to be myself and to fit in.  Not just because somebody wants me to, but because it’s me.

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Privacy, Facebook and Mark

I don’t usually call into radio shows.  Especially not at 11:45pm on a Friday night.  But last night, I felt compelled to do so.  The reason was Mark Byron, the man who has been court ordered to write an apology to his (soon to be) ex wife on Facebook, or spend 60 days in jail.  And Mark Byron was on Nightside with Dan Rea.

So I called.  And I talked for a minute about how Mark is being used as an example because the judicial system does not know how to deal with social media platforms.  And Dan Rea was talking primarily about how this was a 1st Amendment issue more than anything else.

Now, if you haven’t read anything or heard anything about this, keep in mind that Mark Byron posted a status update a while back talking about how ridiculous it is for a vindictive woman to take her husband’s son away from him.  There was not mention of his wife.  It was just a generalized statement, clearly showing how pissed he was about his particular situation, but in no way giving details about what was going on, nor did he EVER mention his wife’s name.  His post could have been about any ONE or any THING.

The backlash of that post was that his wife allegedly had a spy tell her what he was posting about, as she was blocked, and his FB page was locked down and private to anyone who was not his friend.

The protective order that his wife had him served with made it clear that he was not to be near her, nor was he to threaten her or annoy her.

Um… annoy her??? Because you can put something like that in a protective order or restraining order and it’s court mandated???  What if I wanted to claim that my brother or parents were annoying me?  Does that give me the right to keep them away from me and send them to jail if they annoy me???  Ugh.  That’s beside the point.

The issue is the 1st Amendment which allows the freedom of speech.  And whether or not something like this can hold water.

The facts are that he made a general statement and he’s being punished for it because his wife, who was probably violating her own order by sending in a spy to gather ANY information that COULD be incriminating to use against her husband.

There were many other callers, most of them empathized with Mark simply on the grounds that a FB post got him in trouble when it clearly should have.

Look.  Everyone has privacy issues from time to time.  But let’s face it.  If someone really wants to see what you’re doing they can.  Personally, I have all my accounts locked down as much as I possibly can.  If you don’t know me, or aren’t friends with me, you can’t see me or find me unless I find you.  And I did this strategically.  Anyone can see what you write or what you do.  You say the wrong thing and you’re out of the running for that really awesome job you just interviewed for.  Someone takes one word you write out of context and you’ve started a war amongst your family or friends.  Social media is great, and it’s new technology, and it’s the way of the future.  But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be mindful of what we say and do and who might be watching.

Now, I’m not saying this to disagree with Mark.  I actually agree that he did nothing wrong.  And I strongly disagree with his punishment.  And I disagree even more strongly with the issues dealing with his protective order and not being able to see his son because his wife claims he was a bad husband – I don’t know the whole story.  But in this instance, he’s being punished an awful lot, and I don’t believe it fits the crime.  But I can’t really speak to his personal life.  I can only speak to his FB privacy issues.

So now that I’ve gotten all dramatic and preachy, what is your take on Mark Byron’s situation?

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The Painting Project

I need to paint.  I need to paint.  I need to paint.

Not in an artistic, finger-painty way.  No.  In a new-house-where-the-previous-owners-painted-everything-puky-brown way.  Everything.  Every.  Thing.  Is.  Brown.  Except the kitchen.  And the bathroom.  But everything else is brown, or sort of a tan-brown color.  And it’s just awful.

But what’s more is that I have no idea what OTHER colors I want to use to change the house.  I’m thinking the problem is that I can’t SEE any other colors because everything is brown.  Yes.  Even the ceiling was painted brown. It’s not the end of the world, but I feel as though I need to whitewash everything.  Clean slate.  Then I can visualize what should go where…

Oh, and there’s this funny 70’s style panelling in the guest room/spare room/music room/office.  But only on one wall.  I have no idea what to do with that.

Hubs and I talked about tearing up the carpet and having hardwood floors.  The thing is, we don’t really know what’s under the carpet just yet. And the carpet is in pretty good shape, so it would be silly to tear it up right away.  I’m hoping there’s salvageable hardwood underneath, but if there’s not, I’m thinking of throwing laminate floors down.  Or at least real wood downstairs and maybe laminate upstairs.

I guess the idea is that we should be making the house our own.  We got some new living room furniture, but there are so many other things on the wishlist, and every time we go to Lowes, there’s something new to add.

I’m looking for advice on how to tackle this whole painting project that needs to be done.  Any ideas?

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Life in List Form

Because I absolutely love lists, an there’s so much stuff, it’s easier than posting 35 things on Twitter or Facebook all at once.

  • Logan is growing so fast, and he’s sooo loud and sooo funny.
  • Hubs has a gig tonite at a place called the First Ladies Tea Parlor.  Go ahead.  Laugh.  It is funny.  And I was the one that found him this gig.
  • It’s raining again.  And it’s cooler than I’d like, but next week?  Back in the 80’s.
  • Logan’s baptism is coming up in 10 days, and I am nowhere near prepared.  Well, we have the church/mass all ready, but I think that’s about it.  Although I am considering talking to one of the ladies at church to see if she has an idea about the hall and food…
  • Hubs wants to put out a tip jar tonite.  He’s practicing now.  He really should be sleeping.
  • I love not having cable and watching TV on the internet.  Except for TNT.  They pretty much suck and won’t let me watch Leverage.  Or anything else.
  • I’ve been playing around on Google+ and syncing my Google calendar with my iPhone.  I didn’t realize life was so busy until I started putting things on the calendar.
  • I think I’m doing a focus group online in two weeks.  I have to remember to call and confirm.  They said they would call me, but haven’t yet.  It’s $75, and I like focus groups.
  • I haven’t Skyped with the parentals in a few days.  Oh darn.
  • And Logan loves Tigger.

The End.

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This is the token 9/11 post.  The one where I’m supposed to remember where I was 10 years ago today, when the world nearly ended.

I suspect that lots of people will be writing and remembering and gathering today.  I even read somewhere that there is going to be a huge gathering at Ground Zero.  I also read that the firefighters and police officers were not invited to this gathering because there would be no room after all those politicians.

If it’s true, it’s very sad.

I’m not going to talk about me in this post, but my generation.

I won’t say that I was in the lounge at school, watching the news on the television.  I won’t say that I sat in my car for hours listening to Howard Stern cover the events as thouroughly as he could while sending most of his staff home.  I won’t say that I called everyone I knew to make sure they were okay and that no one they knew was hurt.

9/11 occurred during a time before Twitter, Facebook, and Myspace were around.  Before social networking was the fastest and most accurate way to get your news.  It occurred during a time when we still watched TV and read the newspaper to see what was going on.

It was a time before we had kids, or got married, or got REAL jobs and apartments and became adults.  We didn’t need to think about the future because we could worry about it tomorrow, and today we could still be kids.  We didn’t need to enlist in the military, or think about wars that weren’t in our history books.  It was a time when we could still be naive and no one would mind.

But that all changed in a split second.  All of a sudden, the world almost ended.  All of a sudden we’re going overseas to fight the good fight and show the terrorists that they would not win.  It was then we became patriots.

Ten years ago.

Ten years is a long time, and today it seems like it passed by so quickly.  And maybe it did, because time is relative.  But for some people, Ten years never passed.  For all the people that lost their lives in the World Trade Center Towers, and all those who fought in this war and lost their lives so we could be living ours, ten years did not pass.

There is a man at our church whose name I will someday remember, and he always says when asked what we should pray for: let us pray for all those who have no one to pray for them and cannot pray for themselves.  I thought of that when I started this post.  All those men and women lost their lives unneccessarily, and so many still do, and they cannot pray for themselves.  So on this tenth anniversary of the day the world almost ended, I will remember them, and honor them and pray for them, because what they were doing ten years ago today is far more important that what I was doing ten  years ago today.

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Newsletter: Month One (or six weeks and one day)

Dear Logan,

You turned a month old on July 11.  Today you are 6 weeks and one day.  Yes, my son.  I was slacking.  But mostly because this idea didn’t come to me until I was driving you around to your doctor’s appointment and to pick up daddy from work. 

I can’t believe how quickly time is flying by.  One day, you were this little ninja kicking inside my stomach, then causing me pain as you were born, and now here you are, 12lbs and ready to take over the world.

I’m so proud of the way you are and how hard you work.  You can hold your head up on your own.  Sure, you occasionally head butt me, but that’s just the cost of admission.  Although, you seem to still hate tummy time.  Honestly, I’d hate it too.  That lack of control and not being able to look around at the stuff that’s above your head.  But you’ll get it.  And soon enough you’ll be crawling and we won’t be able to keep you off your belly.

What I love the most is that I can see you start to recognize me.  You can follow me with your eyes, and sometimes you light up when you see my face.  And you smile.  And giggle.  And it’s so amazing.  It’s funny to  watch you do those things in your sleep.  Nothing makes me crack up more than watching you giggle in your sleep.

But then there’s the sad face.  And that pouty lip.  I’m telling you, that lip will be the death of me when you get older.  I don’t like seeing your sad faces but it means your learning expressions and emotions.  And also telling me you’re hungry, or dirty, or need to burp.

Since your birth, you have been to the beach a dozen times, you’ve been to two baseball games, one where you ran the bases with daddy.  You’ve been to your first fireworks show, the bookstore, a farmer’s market, and the grocery store.  Not to mention a few houses of friends who absolutely adored you. And what’s more is that you slept through most of those things. 

You are a GREAT sleeper.  You get that from daddy’s side of the family.  Car rides are easy because you love to sleep in the car.  There have been a few times where the car ride was a little more difficult, but I blame the heat and we were just in the car too long.

And we’ve taken you to church.  We’v been having a hard time trying pick a parish to become a member of, mostly because there was a time that I wanted to only have one church, not six.  But we found a beautiful church that’s close by, and there’s another with a school, so I hope to become members of both. 

You are such a good eater, too.  I was worried for a minute because we couldn’t get the nursing thing down, but now we have a nice system, and you eat like a pig.  I guess that’s why you weigh 12 lbs.  But I won’t complain because your healthy and that’s all I could ever ask for.  I’m dreading the day you get your first fever, but I know we’ll get through it.

I do question, though, if you were really born a frog.  Every time I look over at you, you are in prime position to just hop away.  The FROG LEGS get in the way of changing your diaper or keeping blankets on.  You kick so much that there isn’t a blanket in this world that would stay on while you are kicking.  But when you’re sleeping, the blankets stay in place.  But you don’t.

More often than not, when you wake up in the morning or after a nap, you’ve changed position completely.  I put you down one way, and you squirmed so much that you ended up on the other side of your bassinet.  I guess that’s why you’re my little SQUIRMY WORMY.

Let’s face it, kid, there is nothing you do that isn’t cute.

We left you with a babysitter for the first time last week.  I was sad you weren’t with me, and it was the longest time I have been away from you since you were born.  But daddy and I used the time for a workshop to help with professional development.  You were such a good baby for your babysitter.  You ate and slept, you didn’t fuss or cry.  You made a really good impression.

I’d like to read and sing to you more.  I want you to have an appreciation for music and art and literature, and there’s no time like the present to start, although you probably won’t know what you’re hearing or seeing, someday you will and that’s what I want for you.

Logan, I can’t wait to see what the next month has in store.  So much has happened already, it’s hard to imagine more happening, but at the same time I’m so excited to see what you’ll do next.