9 May, 2012  |   4 Comments

Style United, Meal Plan, Mom 2.0 Summit

I like all the kind things you said about my Mom 2.0 presentation. There’s a lot more I have to say about this internet culture of ours, and it makes my heart bubble to know that you want to hear it.

Update bound!

These nieces love their Auntafee.

My daughters play hair salon.
That hat is the dryer.
Those chopsticks are the scissors.
This is exactly what I hoped having two daughters would be like.

Bocce season starts this week.
We’re playing the Holy Rollers.

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And oh, hey!
I’ve written some things in other places on the internet.

Here, I wrote about how to avoid mom hair for Style United.
Here, I wrote about shopping after weight loss or weight gain for Style United, yet again.

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Here is what we’re eating this week.
we are lucky to be eating food this week.

I’m going to invent a vaguely Asian noodly shrimp toss tonight. Let’s see how that goes.

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I went to Mom 2.0 in Key Biscane last weekend. I went as a speaker and as a sponsor (for FMP, my day job). I spoke about some of the ways the internet can make you feel bad and how to feel better. I spoke to lots of other authors and publishers about Daily Buzz Moms and Federated Media.

That was fun.

Tracey and Kristen are good ladies.

I got to officially meet Tracey and Kristen for the maybe lots of times, maybe first time, doesn’t matter, we’re bloggers, we get to stay in touch.

Seeing Kristen Howerton from Rage Against the Minivan. She has this reasonable energy around her that’s so intoxicating. Intoxicated by reason! Kristen and Sarah are good ladies.

Sarah from Whoorl.com ain’t too shabby herself, what with her secret, valued, accumulated beauty knowledge.

Heather Spohr is a good lady.

I always love seeing Heather Spohr. She is a force. A sweet, smart, force. The internet is a better place with her optimism and grounding.

And that’s what’s been going on.

Any ideas for what I should put in that vaguely Asian noodly shrimp toss tonight? That would be awesome.

 

 

23 April, 2012  |   2 Comments

Thoroughly enjoyable weekend

Dottie

Poor Dottie.
On Saturday morning, she jumped off a cedar chest at a yard sale and landed face first in a paving stone, getting her first black eye.

She’s fine.
James and I are traumatized.

Saturday night, James surprised me with a whirlwind date night. We spent too much and stayed out too late but it was way overdue. Cook! Goose and Gander! La Condesa! Hooting and hollering! Surprise date night took us out of our taxes, toddlers, budgets, meal prep, cleanup, laundry, floor routineroutineroutine.
(And it made me like him even more.)

Auntie Clare came to visit. Little girls played in the backyard pool. Seedlings sprang. Half marathons were run (Not by me. Ahem). Friends came over for an impromptu backyard taco bar. Wrapped it all up with dirty bath tubs and couchsleeping.

Corn

There’s always so much to do.
Unless there’s not.
And then we’d be smart to enjoy it.

Egg Decorating

19 April, 2012  |   15 Comments

New words for internet friends

With the advent of the internet, I now have new relationships with folks — relationships that weren’t around pre-internet.

March 2012

This a very good thing.
I like more, better people.

But for all the words put on the internet, there’s a lack of a working lexicon for and about these relationships.

I’ve started my suggestions for new internet interaction terminology below.
(And I encourage you to add yours in the comments.)

Superfond
Use: Oh! I’m superfond of her.

The kind of almost love that comes after reading someone’s journal for years and knowing you’re safe around them because they understand where you’re coming from. Not quite love, but darn near close. (Better yet? I don’t have to send them a birthday card in the mail.)

March 2012

South by Soulmate
Use: Of course I sent them a gift for baby number 2, he’s my South by Soulmate.

The kind of friend I met at a conference (any conference, BlogHer, EVO, etc.) once, maybe, in, like, 2006, and haven’t really ever seen again, but thanks to digital media, kept up with their lives, celebrating major life events and even if I never see them again, I would travel to their funeral.

Every day I’m grateful that the most folks I know on the internet I’m both superfond of and they’re my South by Soulmates.

March 2012

Feedfree
Use: He’s totally a nice guy, but I’ve had to keep him feedfree because of his constant political rants.

The constant complainer/ranter/energysucker that you care for, and you want good things to happen to, but just can’t have in your feed. This can be in Twitter, Facebook or any number of places where their information is pushed in your face. I can love someone and have to keep them feedfree at the same time.

March 2012

Misinterpridgnation
Use: I’m taking myself out for breakfast and not taking my phone, I will sort out this misinterpridgnation when I get back.

When an audience misunderstands what you were trying to say by focusing on something that you didn’t mean and it doesn’t matter if you defend yourself by this time because they’re only comprehending what they wanted to comprehend.
Also: The most infuriating feeling from this internet.

March 2012

Comment Gardener
Use: I’m going to ask Lou about this, she’s a comment gardner from 2007 that’s been Vegan for years.

A Comment Gardner comments consistently and positively on your site so that that you are now pals. It’s kind of like it took until they were in line with you at the grocery store, complimenting your hair for several days on end until you saw how interesting they were.

This speaks more to the me me me nature of the internet than anything else. Grin.
(Says the biggest fan of comment gardeners).

March 2012

Kind of friend (?)
Use: I’m happy to reach out for you, he’s a Kind of Friend, but I think he’s cool.

Usually delivered with a question mark at the end, this person I recognize by their blog name, and the story behind it, maybe, but certainly don’t know their real name and boom! they’re my kind of friend (/uptalk).

If they become famous, they will graduate to being my “friend” real quick.
Because I’m deep like that.

March 2012

Heather-tether
Use: You don’t know what to write on Clarence’s Facebook wall for his birthday today because he’s a Heather-tether from 1995.

A Heather-tether is a person from high school you should remember but don’t and don’t want to unfriend because that call out how mean you are on the inside. Naturally I would never have any Heather-tethers in my friend list, I cherish each and every relationship with everyone from high school ever. I’m just writing this down for a friend. Of course.

March 2012

What new words do you have for the evolving relationships we have with people from the internet?

2 April, 2012  |   7 Comments

Failed murder breeds success

A Twirly Sunday

I yelled at them this weekend all right.
I yelled and pointed and sighed with exasperation.
I said unkind things.

“YOU ALWAYS DO THIS.”
“I’M SO SICK OF…”
“DOESN’T ANYONE SEE HOW HARD I WORK? WHY CAN’T YOU APPRECIATE THAT?”

(Martyr alert.)

A Twirly Sunday

Because I was lazy getting them to bed,
the girls stayed up too late on Friday. 
So did I.

As you know, grown ups and toddlers really aren’t much different when it comes to sleep deprivation.

So I spent the rest of the weekend keeping these wild, sleep-deprived kids apart with the broom.
As they tried to kill each other.
Just kidding about the broom.
Mostly.

Hot eyed,
screamy
little girl murder.

That’s right, murder.
Your children don’t try to kill each other?
Mine do.

A Twirly Sunday

I tried to kill my sister.
Pretty regularly.
So maybe it’s our family legacy.

A Twirly Sunday

A family legacy of failed murder.
That’s success, right?

A Twirly Sunday

Then I remember we’re just animals.
Sweaty,
eating,
mating,
pooping animals who need enough sleep.

I really need enough sleep.
(You too.)

Murder doesn’t really play into those animal drives.
Just like the platypus, just like the virus.
(Viruses have one up on us, they don’t need as much sleep.)

A Twirly Sunday

My instincts up there,
pulling the levers behind my eyes,
help me breed these people into adults and
keep them from killing each other on purpose.

They get fuzzy when I’m too tired.

What’s my point?
If I haven’t murdered anyone in my family on purpose today,
if I don’t let my kids do it either.
At least for right now, I’m doing okay.

I’ll raise the bar after I’ve taken a nap.

Dancing on a Sunday