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Monthly Archives: July 2007
And I’ve just fallen even more in lurv with WP: I can make password locked entries: woot! If you’re reading this I probably already sent you the password I’ll use. If I missed you, couldn’t track down your email, or you’ve been a naughty naughty lurker, email me and I’ll rectify your ommission tout de suit.
And in the pouty realm of not-love: I miss my 3 column template, but the ones on WP.com are boring as hell. Must get domain now now now.
I feel like an awesome mom. No big reason, even let the baby throw herself off a dining room chair earlier. I just feel good. I was with her constantly since Thursday evening, which is rare- I usually have a bunch of design work to cram in and send her up the “holler” to the grandies for the afternoon on Friday or Saturday. But I didn’t this weekend.
I also survived my first (after exactly a year and two months) free-range poop emergency. Continue reading
I should have gotten a really good novel queued up to soften the Post-Potter Depresssion. (This isn’t due to the content of the book; it was precious and I have no real critique except that there was a plot point that made me go Wha? Huh? and sent me googling for clarification.) Now that I’ve finished eating, sleeping, breathing Deathly Hallows I’m just a bit lost, entertainment-wise. I’ll have to channel my obsession to another fandom and pop in Buffy Season 6 DVD’s until I can get to the theater to see Order of the Phoenix.
Our day was insane, amplified no doubt by my staying up until 2:30 a.m. reading. And why the hell has the baby decided that she needs to nurse for an hour and a half solid before bed?!
There is nothing more precious than a sleeping toddler. Your infant may be just as cute- perhaps even prettier in her itsy bitsyness, just as peaceful and warm. But you didn’t earn it. Not like you do with a toddler* By virtue of the contrast between the frantic demonic possession and hysteria of 15 minutes ago, the now-sleeping baby is the most cherubic divine sweetness I’ve ever seen.
*Unless you are Ciaran’s or Viktor’s mom.
Tentative, apprehensive, and cautious: Have abandoned Blogger and left behind 100% customization (for free) in exchange for a pretty well designed template and better widgets and generally better everything else. Lookit! A “more” cut like my beloved LJ cut: Oh Bliss! Continue reading
Since at least the effin’ backend at Blogger’s working, I’ll go ahead & wax blogcentric:
I have severe Blogathon and BlogHer jealousy. I think BlogHer would be so cool to experience, and I’d love to go one year… it’s just a silly daydream right now, though. The Blogathon would be so very do-able with the exception of the little detail that I’m a mommy to a toddler who:
1) Doesn’t sleep through the night and doesn’t sleep at all without mama snugglies.
2) Still nurses lots, thus deterring me from the massive dose of caffeine it would take to fuel my being awake for 24 hours.
3) Would obviously not allow me to crash hard to recoup following said 24 hours.
Of course, I could ship her to the grandies for 36 hours or so, and she’d be peachy. Totally, annoyingly peachy. She loves them, and it’s an amzing blessing, but I get so jealous I can’t stand it. I have actually wondered if I left here there and never came back if she’d care. She doesn’t even miss nursing until I show up. (Are all working mamas this crazed with jealousy?) We all know, though, that if I left her there I’d just blog a bunch of entries about how psycho I was feeling missing her and then I’d break down and go get her.
So no marathon burst of blogging creativity for me. Next year we’ll see.
I’m pondering & pondering the blog identity issue again. This last topic at BlogRhet has had my cogs grinding, and then when I participated in a conference call with Wendy at eMomsAtHome (about a possible blogging spot over there) she mentioned that using one’s real name is preferable to her because readers connect better. Made sense, and made me start second guessing all over again the pseudonym issue.
On one hand, this is a personal blog, and I do tend to go on about really personal shit- to a degree that it unsettles Bu sometimes. The alias helps me feel OK about trashing my family online, but is that something I should be OK with? I try to be fair when I’m venting but am I stepping beyond that? I also feel like my fakey identity has actually helped me to use a truer-to-me voice.
On the other hand, I feel less authentic too. I miss using the baby’s beautiful, adorable real name. I miss using my beautiful adorable real name. I also think I could be missing some marketing for our business by not linking to our website. I’m thinking the women of the blogosphere could use my artsiness. Whatever I decide with regards to names and dirty laundry,
my happy ass is moving away from Blogger so fast Google’s metaphorical head will spin. I can’t afford a domain now, but soon I should be able to spring for that little luxury and I’ll be scootching over to WordPress.org to explore a new and better blogworld:) I can keep my archives and I’ll definitely hold on to the DaisyBones title, because it Rox. (Even if sometime I’m not Roxy.)
And I sooooo give up on watchdaisygrow. Too much to take on right now. The good part is I’m spending some of the time I would be blogging about self-improvement actually working on the house:) So I’ll blog here about that stuff a little.