MALINGERING | ON THURSDAY’S I POST FROM THE VAULT. THIS POST IS FROM MAY 2011.
ON THURSDAY'S I POST FROM THE VAULT. THIS POST IS FROM MAY 2011. Today around 9am I got a call from Jafta’s school. It was the nurse – letting me know that Jafta was in her office complaining of a stomach ache. Now, Jafta is prone to psychosomatic complaints and general dramatics, so I was a bit skeptical. The nurse offered for me to talk to him myself. In retrospect, this was probably not the best idea. He told me his stomach was hurting really bad, and then I made another mistake – I . . .
WHAT’S THE PROTOCOL FOR DECLINING PLAYDATES? | ON THURSDAY’S I POST FROM THE VAULT. THIS POST IS FROM MAY 2011.
ON THURSDAY'S I POST FROM THE VAULT. THIS POST IS FROM MAY 2011. Yesterday Kembe came home from school with a really sweet note from the parents of another boy in his class. I’ll call him Aidan. The note said that Aidan talks about Kembe all the time, and really wants to have him over for a playdate. Kembe somehow knew about the subject of the note and is talking constantly about going to Aidan’s house. My first reaction was to be flattered and excited for Kembe. He’s doing really well . . .
THE BEDROOM AS METAPHOR FOR THE NEGLECTED INNER SANCTUARY | ON THURSDAY’S I POST FROM THE VAULT. THIS POST IS FROM MAY 2011.
ON THURSDAY'S I POST FROM THE VAULT. THIS POST IS FROM MAY 2011. A couple weeks ago, I was talking with some other bloggers about our messy bedrooms. We all had a couple things in common: we all write about our lives on the internet, we are all relative perfectionists, we all keep the front of our homes neat and tidy, and we all have secret shame about the state of our own rooms. We laughed about the ways we divert people from ever entering our rooms, and confessed our mortification over . . .
WHAT TWITTER IS FOR | ON THURSDAY’S I POST FROM THE VAULT. THIS POST IS FROM MAY 2011.
ON THURSDAY'S I POST FROM THE VAULT. THIS POST IS FROM MAY 2011. I was hanging out with some friends the other night . . . friends who (gasp) are not on twitter. They were asking me what the point was – and their questions were valid. Is it just where people tell what their having for dinner? Yes. Is it an ADD platform for narcissism? Yes. Is it a pointless way to waste time bantering with people you don’t really know? Yes. It’s all of those things. But there is a little more to it, . . .
WORKING MOMS AND NARROW MARGINS | ON THURSDAY’S I POST FROM THE VAULT. THIS POST IS FROM MAY 2011.
ON THURSDAY'S I POST FROM THE VAULT. THIS POST IS FROM MAY 2011. As a working mom, there is very little (if any) room for error or variation from the norm. I already have more on my plate than is probably realistic with four children – I work as a college professor, I write for a number of websites, and I edit and manage a staff of writers for another. If everything worked out exactly as planned in any given day, I still probably wouldn’t have enough time to do everything, but I . . .
PERPETUAL MOTION AND THE WALL OF NOISE. | ON THURSDAY’S I POST FROM THE VAULT. THIS POST IS FROM APRIL 2011.
ON THURSDAY'S I POST FROM THE VAULT. THIS POST IS FROM APRIL 2011. If these two decided to be a wrestling team (or a rock band) I would call them Perpetual Motion and the Wall of Noise. One never stops moving. The other never stops talking. Together, they are a force to be reckoned with. They make me tired. Oh, so tired. But they also make me laugh . . . and lucky for them I’m a sucker for cute boys with a good sense of humor. . . .
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY (WHO IS NOT A BABY) | ON THURSDAY’S I POST FROM THE VAULT. THIS POST IS FROM APRIL 2011.
ON THURSDAY'S I POST FROM THE VAULT. THIS POST IS FROM APRIL 2011. Today is Karis’s 2nd birthday. I am trying not to think about it too much, because if I think about it too much, I will have to acknowledge that being TWO definitely catapults her out of the baby stage, and I am in total and complete denial about that fact. We celebrated her birthday on Sunday, when the grandparents were here. For reasons that are beyond my comprehension, I admitted to Jafta that Sunday was not . . .
LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER | ON THURSDAY’S I POST FROM THE VAULT. THIS POST IS FROM APRIL 2011.
ON THURSDAY'S I POST FROM THE VAULT. THIS POST IS FROM APRIL 2011. `On Saturday, I attended a read-through for a show I am doing next Sunday afternoon. There was a time in my life when terms like “read-through” and “doing a show” did not make me feel like a giant phoney. There was a time when the passions that are now dormant had regular and tangible outlets. So I’m a little giddy to be “doing a show”. Next week I’ll be taking part in the LA version of Listen To Your Mother – a national . . .
MOM2.0 CONFERENCE RECAP | ON THURSDAY’S I POST FROM THE VAULT. THIS POST IS FROM APRIL 2011.
ON THURSDAY'S I POST FROM THE VAULT. THIS POST IS FROM APRIL 2011. I’m back from another blogging conference. Mom 2.0 was a great conference. Really great. But I just don’t know how to recap a conference without saying the same thing I’ve said after every conference I’ve attended. Conferences are such a wall of overwhelm for me, and even I’m tired of hearing myself repeat how much angst and anxiety they cause. But just to recap, here are some of the emerging themes from this . . .
SPONTANEOUS EMERGENCE OF PROGLOTTIDS FROM THE ANAL SPHINCTER | ON THURSDAY’S I POST FROM THE VAULT. THIS POST IS FROM MARCH 2011.
ON THURSDAY'S I POST FROM THE VAULT. THIS POST IS FROM MARCH 2011. I’m gonna go ahead and call it. In the contest of “most awkward google search term ever”, I win. For all of time, I win. This was what I discovered in my search term analytics today: (Spontaneous emergence of proglottids from the anal sphincter. Leading to this post.)* Confession: My involvement with Blogher means that, on occasion, my post titles show up on the sidebar of other blogs. Several of those blogs are . . . . .
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