Why I don’t publish my politics (anymore) (or again) (or that one time? at band camp?...) 29/Aug/2008

We’re in the midst of an amazing time in our country. People are charged. There are heated discussions happening at dinner tables. It’s bringing families closer, marriages to the couch together to watch and discuss and find a future. We’re waiting. We’re poised. It’s going to be a fun and interesting ride.

I have my thoughts and opinions like everyone else. I have my points I desperately want to slam around and I have my reasons to why I feel as I do. But those points sit in draft here because of one simple thing: We, the country, the community, the... Read more

I’ve been drinking and THIS is the post I hit publish on? NIce. 28/Aug/2008

After several (aka: A LOT) of posts in draft, finally, I say Hi. The thing is, see, I write. I used to write anyway. Then I started blogging and blogging turned in to not writing and when did I write?

Did I mention the wine?

I love my job. Oh, god, I love my job. I love that I get to do the Thing I LOVE MOST in the world, aside from my husband, whom I don’t get to “do” enough, and geek out on nerdy things like Web Standards! Z-index! Ajax! CMS! WTF! But the truth is, maybe, a little bit, I love it too much.

Which is why I’m saying this... Read more

My blog went through a mid-life crisis and all I got was this red convertible sports car. 19/Aug/2008

I’m not afraid to call a spade a spade. To cry wolf. To roll my eyes at my own self. Yes, yes YES. I get it. I know! I went to a blogging conference and realized I had to stop blogging. STAT.

Irony doesn’t stop there.

During an interview with The Washington Fing Post (like Oh My God),  I worked through some of my blog angst. It was like all I needed was for some reporter from some totally random newspaper to interview me and I’d go, “Hu. No, I see the value in blogging.” And I... Read more

Children get older, I’m getting older, too 05/Aug/2008

It’s so cliche, that whole, “their childhood went so fast” gig. I heard it again tonight at my daughter’s gymnastic. A mom, who has two kids in college, confessed she pines for those early years when one toddled around and the other ran frantic between friends and toys.

I looked at her like she’d been smokin’ the doobey.

But then I looked again at my son, already stable and walking, already half way up the stairs in the .2 minutes it took the lady to tell me this short story, already mostly bald from the stress of my working and I... Read more