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May 26

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May 24

Pre BlogHer Lunch

From AmyInOhio

The Pre-Blogher luncheon is planned.

FB page (my first, feel the coolness) will be the go-to place for RSVPs and details.?Ǭ† No invitation needed, all are welcome for a little Pre-Blogher mingling so tell all your friends – especially the ones prone to buying a round for the rest of us, cause dooode it’s on like donkey kong:

http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=85582328374

RSVP so I can give the restaurant a rough count, but come and go when you can as you arrive into town.

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May 12

Mommy Blogging Marketing

When I was in grad school, I was the Recruitment Adviser for my sorority. They were in a rough patch and they decided the way to air their feelings was through one of those fishbowl activities where they sat in a circle and tossed a bear around – whoever had the bear got to talk.

Some members were feeling excluded, overlooked, unimportant. It happens. One of the seniors, who really, was so funny and such a nut, and … now that I think of it …. she was exactly like Victoria. Heh.

So this girl says, “Look, the four of us (meaning she and her 3 BFFs) are very close, we are – but there’s no reason it can’t be “the five of us” or “the forty-five of us” and I’m sorry if I’ve ever made you feel left out.”

That has stuck with me. I’m not the best at pulling others into my secure circle – I need a damn tshirt to advertise to the world “it could be ‘just the five of us’”

***thought shift***

I was bugged a couple weeks ago when a bunch of peeps got to go to Disney for a weekend.

By bugged, I mean, ragingly jealous. I’ll totes admit that – I would have LOVED to take my kid and my hubs to Florida for a weekend. Oh, and of course learned a lot of stuff. And met new people.

But there was more to it than that. There have been at least three trips, one conference, and some HUGE company giveaways/loaners recently. Now, my understanding is that sponsors/companies reached out to these bloggers – there was no announcement, application and selection – there was no pool of applicants or volunteers ….

… it SEEMS that I see the same names going to these really freaking cool invite only functions. Like a group got picked by company A, so when company B decides to do the same thing, they check out who company A invited and pick them.

Which hey, they are paying the bill so CLEARLY they can do what they want. And the people they are choosing to go to these things? effing awesome. I mean, it’s not like I’m looking down on any of them – they rawk and have worked their asses off to be noticed for good things.

My ‘but’ is … and this goes back to the opening of this rather random post … by companies doing the hand selecting, they will forever keep their pool of knowledge to “just the four” when really, I *think* there’s a lot to be said for a knowledge pool of “just the five of us” or “just the forty-five of us” … and the companies are short changing all of us when they hand pick. The networking that goes on at these events is frequently the most important part. I can prove it – look at Room 704 – the blog that originated as a room party and now won’t shut up – without skipping a session and gabbing nonstop for a couple hours about the possibilities of a new blog – 704 wouldn’t exist – which would suck, because I’m thrilled about that whole jobjob every day.

I wonder what other awesome could happen if the knowledge pool got larger ….

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May 06

“He’s Okay”

Today, Alex and I went to the gym for the first time. Alex is with me or with Scout *all* the time, so this was big. I told him all about it on the way, how there would be toys, and new people to meet, and that while he got to have fun, I’d be off working, but I’d be back to get him when I was done.

I’d checked out the gym day care before, there were toys, adult supervision and an absence of broken glass so I deemed it good enough to corral my child for a bit.

I walked him in, let him wander a bit while I signed in, talked to one of the two people on duty, scanned the kids and took Alex into the play area. He stuck near me at first, then sat on a chair. The day care person kneeled down to talk to him about his shirt, I stepped out and handed his milk over the door. I told her I’d be back in 5 minutes to check on him so they didn’t have to come get me if it wasn’t going well.

I walked through the gym, picked an elliptical and watched the five minutes click by. I walked back through the gym and got to the window of the daycare. The worker saw me and mouthed, “He’s Okay.” She looked over, double checked with the other worker and then looked back at me nodding, “He’s Okay.” she mouthed again.

I smiled huge and gave a thumbs up and went to ride a bike for 25 minutes.

Now – If I’d have walked him to the door – opened it, shooed him in and walked away, ya’ll would think I was nuts.

For a 30 minute workout, I completely checked out the place, the workers, the kids, the toys, let them know where they could find me if he needed me, checked back in on him and then went to pick him up at the end, getting a report on how he’d been while I was gone.

30 minutes.

Maddie died 4 weeks ago. One month. Mike wrote about people saying “She’s in a better place.” and how that just doesn’t really help.

What. Thehell. People.

Mike and Heather have forever. They didn’t get the chance to check out the toys and people for Maddie to play with. There is no window in the walls of Heaven for them to look in and have an angel wave back at them and mouth, “She’s Okay.”

There fuckin’ should be, and I’ll be over here with my booze and my crisis of faith trying to figure out what I believe yet again. I think it’s cruel of a loving God to take a child and not send blazing rainbows to her parents, assuring them, beyond a shadow of any doubt, of any fear, that beautiful Maddie is indeed Okay.

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(photo from Heather’s photostream and messed with by me)

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May 01

Fiber Arts Friday – Alpaca edition

Alex is two. Which means that in between the whine and the scream of frustration because I won’t let him do everything himself, are these perfect moments where I smile and laugh more than I ever have before and I’m pretty sure rainbows and unicorns litter my backyard.

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For his birthday, mah friend the West Texas book blogger and quilter – TexasRed made him his very own alpaca. (Adopting a lamb pattern from … a magazine … maybe we can convince her to do her FAF on the alpaca next week.) Which he promptly ignored for the 3 dollar airplane I’d grabbed at BigBoxHell. Sigh. So I got to love on my first alpaca. (And the only one I’ll have as long as I live in town. *sob* since I have my buy list all put together. Stupid rules.)

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KaiserMommy without makeup. I really trust ya’ll.

Our first night back home, Scout was putting Alex to bed, I came in to give him a kiss and Scout showed the alpaca to Alex.

“Alex, what’s this?”

“Ma!Ma!”

(nice, he still calls me dada. or joy killer.)

Scout keeps calling the alpaca a llama and I keep correcting him. The genus and species of stuffed animals is very important.

“But he can almost say Llama. He can’t say Alpaca.”

Scout turns his back.

“Alex. Say Alpaca.”

He gets a look of concentration on his face.

“Aw. Pah. Kah!”

Awwww yeah baby! These are the things that make surviving 35 weeks pregnant worth it (thats for you Jen.)

For more Fiber Arts Friday – that probably focuses more on the Art and less on the kid story related to the Art – head to Alpaca Farm Girl -

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