Remember back when Writing Well Was The Best Revenge? It seems that in the wake of the millions of bloggers coming online in the past five years or so, everyone forgot what we were here for: Writing. Community. Challenge.
I look through my own archives and see when I used to write. People would spur me on, challenge me to be a better communicator, to relate a story in a more dynamic way, to share a piece of our lives in a way that touched you. Then it became about money, stats, popularity. The rise of “monetizing”... Read more
And if you’re still reading, bygod you’re brave.
It’s one of those stereotype things that all women experience… and curse. It totals 3 minutes of actual embarrassment and the rest is valuable information. My boobies are soft and ok! My hayhay is fine! My abs are totally broken! It’s predictable almost. It’s comfortably predictable. Unless something isn’t right and then it’s horrifying.
A... Read more
One of my favorite things about my daughter is how unique she is.
One of the things I least like about my daughter is how like me she is.
I can identify with a five year old girl. I remember thinking out some of the same things she does. I remember laying on the floor of our new house in Friendswood, TX, crying. I didn’t know why I was crying, but I was crying. I remember my dad, so tall, leaning in the room and asking, “What... Read more
My Two Year Old has the English Language down pat. “Eat?” He leans his head to the side inquisitively. “Milk?”
It’s not that he’s behind on his speech, because believe me, he’s not. He’s learned a plethora of words from his five year old sister. In fact, he’s now sounding out words in book. No, I’m not making this up and yes, I’ve already got him targeted as the next Flinger-Coder in... Read more
So this is what it looks like to be in your mid thirties.
MY OMG MID-THIRTIES PEOPLE.
Christhellonacracker when did that happen. Right, in tiny amounts of time known as DAYS that added up and BAM I hit thirty-four.
I have so many wonderful photos and stories to share about being at the EECI2009 conference. Community. The Spirit of Lifting Each Other Up. Truly inspirational.
I’ve been to a lot of conferences as of late. Blog Conferences, Development Conferences. Twestivals. But the conferences surrounding the ExpressionEngine Community is by far my favorite experience to date. I wish you could all experience this.
It’s a drastic change from the mommy blogger drama.
I had meals with the “stars” of the EE community. The... Read more
Did you know that if you look on a map, “Holland” isn’t there? NO. What’s this bullshit about me going to “Holland” then? Well, apparently I’m in The Netherlands which is just sort of in the middle of all the peace-keeping, fence-sitting, pot-smoking countries. And BYGOD I love it here.
It’s quiet. It’s too quiet. I never realized you can hear the upstairs clock from the living room. In fact, I never realized you can hear each clock’s second hand tick in an off-beat pattern together. Three clocks in all ticking loudly.
You can hear the refrigerator hum, too. And a plane from outside. And the DVR always crunching its hard drive.
The house is missing the children. I am missing the children. They left about... Read more
I realize Nobody cares what I had for lunch but you WILL ALL CARE about my day. I speak with authority because I have that kind of power today. The kind of power that gets shit done AND has a beer at 3:00pm.
I am one of the most influential women. In my head.
Here is, in a boring amazingly horrid long list with time-stamps, my day.
6AM - 8AM Stuff happens at home.
8AM- Toddler counts to sixty by himself with minimal help. I plot his future which includes supporting Mr. Flinger and I in our old age.... Read more