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Back to Blogging Day 5: Why do you blog?

Friday, September 17th, 2010

The writing prompt for today for the SITS Back to Blogging challenge: write about what blogging means to you. Why do you blog? What purpose does it serve you and how have you benefited from sharing a piece of yourself online this way? By the way, this challenge was sponsored by Standards of Excellence, Westar Kitchen and Bath, and Florida Builder Appliances and by writing these posts and linking back I am entering to win a lovely washer and dryer that I don’t need, but my in-laws really could use. Ahem. So on with the post.

I love blogging because I love writing. I love reading blogs because I like reading. It is really that simple. The act of blogging can be many things: inspirational, cathartic, terrifying, freeing. It is a way to make connections and I have made some friends through blogging. And twitter. More so twitter, but there is a lot of overlap. I like the act of trying to post every day. Finding something new to say and think about. Even if the post is a bit of a cop out (writing wise) picture post, can I still find a clever title or caption. I feel like it helps me keep my brain sharp now that I am no longer working. It is my adult space.

I don’t fancy myself a writer, a comedienne or an artist. I might aspire to be those things, the same way I aspire to be a seamstress or a crafter. I have the supplies; I just need to apply myself and get to work and practice, practice, practice. But I also need inspiration. Sometimes, Spencer doesn’t do anything that interesting. Have I pigeon-holed myself? I’m not sure. My non-baby-related posts have been well received, so maybe I will flex my muscles a little bit. What I would really like is an assigned monthly topic blog hop. I think it would be tons of fun and can think of a billion topics already. Anyone interested? Let me know in the comments.

Thanks for hanging out with me with these Back to Blogging posts this week and have a great weekend.

A woman I admire: Pamela Ribon (Back to Blogging: Day 4)

Thursday, September 16th, 2010

The assignment for today is to write about a woman you admire. In order to narrow it down, and tame my inner nerd, I decided to write about a blogger I admire. Also, I figured no one really wanted to read an essay on Sylvia Beach or my Great Aunt Gert.

To call Pamela Ribon a blogger is to do her a bit of a disservice, she is an accomplished writer and has worked on several tv shows, including Samantha Who. Hers is the first blog I ever really read and this is long before there were even blogs. It was the 90s. I think I found it through Television Without Pity, back when it was Mighty Big TV. I am really aging myself here. But more important that how I found her blog or how long I have read it (over 10 years! yikes!) is why I admire her.

I admire her because she sets goals and makes them. She put her life out for everyone to see long before it was common. I think she predates Dooce for god’s sake. She is a writer and makes me laugh. I wanted to be a writer for so long, writing short stories and a novel in high school, working on the school paper, I even chose a major/minor combo in college primarily so I could write. History/English for those keeping score. But I just let the dream fade. I gravitated towards culinary and retail jobs and just worked. And then I found her website.

The day I found I started writing again. Knowing nothing of servers or html, I knew it was unlikely that I would ever have a “web diary,” but I started writing one. I wish I still had that computer. Every day when I got home from work, before I went out to the bars (oh to be in my 20s again), I wrote a post. Never did anything with them, but I wrote them and Pamela Ribon was my inspiration.

Now, I do think of her more as a writer than a blogger. Pamela Ribon is a blogger from back when most of them could write. It doesn’t seem to be a requirement anymore. (I am lumping myself in this writer with questionable writing skills category because I am so rusty. I used to be able to write, but it is not like riding a bike). She has 3 published novels (Why Girls Are Weird, Why Moms Are Weird and her latest Going in Circles) and they are great.  Go buy them.

What I find most admirable about Pamela Ribon, however, is that she chose to use her web influence for good. A few years ago, she read about a book shortage in the Oakland Libraries and requested that her readers buy them the books on their Amazon wish lists and people did. It was fabulous to watch. This book drive became the annual Dewey Donation System book drive. It seems like so many people are using their websites solely for personal gain and if I ever get a sizable audience, I would like to use it for good.

If this whole piece came off as a ridiculous fan girl squee-fest, sorry, but it kind of is. I still have an email she sent me a million years ago because she said she liked my last name. The email was about deodorant, people. I have issues.

So I thought long and hard about not posting this piece; I figured what are the odds she’s ever going to see it. Although I did link to her website, so I will show up in her stats. And then I wondered if I said her name enough times to Aunt Becky it, and I laughed and decided to post it.

Back to Blogging: Day 3

Wednesday, September 15th, 2010

The challenge for today is to find a post with a title we really like, re-upload, and explain why you like the title. This one was a bit of a no brainer. My favorite post titles are bad puns or song lyrics and this one is the title of my favorite Mama and Papas song.

Trip, Stumble and Fall

I didn’t think anything could be more terrifying than those early newborn days when I thought I would snap Spencer’s arm off trying to get it in to a sleeve hole or that his neck would wobble too hard if I didn’t hold him just so. I realize now that he was sturdier than I thought and this is a lesson I need to remember right now for he has reached the stage where he can pull-up to standing on furniture, but doesn’t have enough balance or common sense to stay there forever. He is letting go, first with one arm, now with two, but he can’t always stay upright.

His new favorite spot.

I am battling between wanting him to learn some natural consequences and wanting him to not crack his head open on the hardwood floors. I am so proud and so tense all day. I know I need to let him fall so he will learn, but right now I am working on guiding him to falling on his nicely padded, cloth diapered bottom. It is just exhausting. I am sure it is not helping that I am the only parent home, so I don’t get a break chasing him around the house.

What? I didn’t knock everything off the chair!

It is awesome watching him learn and build skills. Spencer tends to move with purpose, leading with either his tongue or his hands. Once he pulls up on something, he pats ans pats his hands on the top. Or licks it.  Still a lot of licking going on.  I know with each tumble he is learning and with each tentative step he is gaining balance. At this point, my main goal is just keeping him from hitting his head on the wood floor from standing upright. That should be easy enough. Right?

Me? Fall? Never.
The Back to Blogging event is sponsored by SITS in conjunction with Standards of Excellence, Westar Kitchen and Bath, and Florida Builder Appliances.

Back to Blogging: Day 2

Tuesday, September 14th, 2010

The assignment for today is to re-upload a post you wish more people had read.  I chose the following post, which I wrote on what would have been my dad’s 65th birthday in May of this year i. It was so heartfelt and got almost no page views and no comments. It was important to me because it was one of my first really honest posts that wasn’t about mothering or my baby.



Yesterday would have been my dad’s 65th birthday. He died over five years ago and his birthday still bums me out a bit. He never really got a birthday celebration growing up, it always seemed to be overshadowed by something, first communions, school trips, recitals, girl scout events and every few years, Mother’s Day. He always accepted it being moved quite graciously and only seemed to want socks, underwear and garden hoses as gifts.  While we had our differences, I’m lucky we had a chance to work everything out and spent some great years together before he passed away.


My son was born 5 years to the day after my dad died and as a result got an unexpected middle name addition which is cool because Spencer’s dad has two middle names, too. I have to think that that birthday was my dad’s way of saying hi and giving his blessing. My boy doesn’t have any living grandparents on my side of the family, and part of me feels guilty, like I robbed my parents of the chance to be grandparents by waiting until my 30s to have a child. And my dad wanted a boy so badly, and was stuck with just me and my sister. As a result, we learned to use power tools and played lots of backyard catch, and for that I am grateful.  I have good friends whose dads’ died when they were quite young and my husband’s dad died when he was 2. So, I understand that I am lucky to have my dad until just after my 30th birthday. Still, I’m sad today and I think it is ok. Sometimes, in pictures, my little guy has the same exact glint in his eye that my dad had and I know it is my dad saying hi.


Perhaps my favorite memories of my dad are him teaching me how to ride a bike and then drive a car, both took place at our town’s government center because we lived on a hilly street with no sidewalks that didn’t lend itself to learning either. He had such a calming and unflappable presence; it made learning easy. My mom, on the other hand, was prone to new driver hysterics. Now, that I am a mom, I understand that a little better. I am also thinking that my husband will be the one giving the driving lessons. As an added bonus, he has a lot of experience, seeing as how he taught every other one of my female friends how to drive a stick in high school. Not me though. He STILL hasn’t taught me how to drive a stick, but now that we own one again, plans are in the works.


This post has veered a little wildly. Most likely because I wrote it over the entire course of his birthday and decided to wait a day to post it. I was in a pretty big funk when I started, but after (finally) finding the box of family photos I have been trying to find for the last 2 years, I am in much better spirits. Happy Birthday, Dad!

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