Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Comment Sensitivity

I started this blog to mostly take part in Mama Kat's Writer's Workshops...I was always a reader of Mama Kat's, and I wasn't able to participate due to the family blog being private. It's kind of ironic that the family blog is private, and yet none of my family knows about this blog.

At any rate, one of the prompts from MKWW instructed us to write about a journal entry from an old journal. I got a few comments on the post, as I usually do for MKWW, however I don't think that my feelings were correctly interpreted in the post.

Here is the post:

really really! no really!

When I was thirteen I lived with my Dad. My parents were still “married” but my mom was living in another state attending law school. At thirteen, I thought it was just that, it never entered my mind that my parents were actually separated and didn’t tell me. So my mother wouldn’t lose touch with me, she bought us both journals. We traded journals whenever we saw each other, about once a month. We both wrote in our journals every night before bed. Once we traded journals we could go back and read what the other person had been writing. It’s strange thinking back on that time in my life. My mom was only 2 years older than I am now. At 30 I know the truth and the circumstances behind my parents divorce, and it gives me a whole new perspective. At any rate, I don’t know what ever became of those journals, maybe my mom still has them, or maybe I threw them out. If I were to open one of those journals today I think the entry would read something like this:

Sometime in 1992…
Hi Mom,
I wish that you didn’t have to go back to law school this week. I really really really miss you! It was really nice having you here this weekend. I know you said it would only be three years, but I just can’t wait for it to be over! I really don’t like my math teacher, he is so boring, it’s even worse that he’s my homeroom teacher too. I really think that I wouldn’t mind living with you, I think it could be fun trying a new school, but I guess I understand why I have to live here. I really can’t wait to see you again, only 26 more days until you visit again. Well that’s all for tonight, I am tired I guess, I’ll write more tomorrow. Marbles says “meow”

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo, ME

I think the hardest part in reading the comments was that the main consensus was: "wow, how great that your mother found a way for you two to keep in touch." When in reality I was actually really hurt by the fact that at the age of 10 my mother moved away and shirked all of her parenting responsibilities off on my father. For me it was a hard time in my life...going through puberty with a father who was very hands off, and me trying everything I could to get my mother to accept me. In the end, I never really understood what my mother was going through and dealing with in her own troubled mind, I probably never will. I guess my point in revisiting this post is that I wanted to clarify my feelings about it all. In future blogposts I hope I can express myself better so readers know where I am coming from.

This is the Second Post in the SITS "get back to blogging and jump start your blog" challenge that is happening all week long. To sweeten the deal, the event is sponsored by Standards of Excellence, Westar, and Florida Builder Appliances, and someone may even get to take Thelma and Louise(a washer and dryer--not the movie) home with them!

Monday, September 13, 2010

First Posts

The purpose of this post is to bring you the first blog post I EVER wrote...well that would be from a blog wrote about 7 years ago, and subsequently deleted, and so I bring you my first blog post from my family blog(which is a private blog, so this should be considered quite a treat).

The family blog I keep is essentially a baby book and chronicle of my children's lives. I chose not to post the first blog from 'Bite of the Day', because well...its easy to find...just click the blog archive to your right or this link: FIRST POST (ironically they both have similar subject matter)

And now I bring to you....my first post:


After some urging....26 weeks-14 to go!

Well to be honest, it didn't take a lot of urging. Just one email suggestion from a friend and I decided a blog could be fun...we'll see how it goes.

As you can see I've posted baby's first photo, this was around 7 weeks...I wonder who baby resembles? This was taken about two weeks after we found out we'd be expecting.

Tonight I told my wonderful fiance we've reached the 26 week mark, only 14 more to go, 98 days! Then we got to talking about the day we found out. He remembers coming home from work and sitting at his desk. He remembers me sitting at the table next to him and blurting out "I'm pregnant" "What?" he responded...So I repeated "I'm pregnant." He then asked me "are you sure?"

"Well, I took a test and it came out positive" And for the past several months since we found out, it's been an amazing experience!

I look back and read that post and think: "gosh, it was so basic, so blah!" I could have added more to the story, I could have given it a little punch, some pizazz! Ugh, I hope I've come a long way since then...either way I hope to write more on this blog as it's the one that has been suffering.

This First Post post came to you because to the ladies at SITS are having a "get back to blogging and jump start your blog" challenge all week long. To sweeten the deal, the event is sponsored by Standards of Excellence, Westar, and Florida Builder Appliances, and someone may even get to take Thelma and Louise(a washer and dryer--not the movie) home with them!

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

What My Single Friends Don't Understand

I don't have many single friends or childless friends. The one that comes to mind is getting married in two weeks so she won't be single for long...and hopefully she'll have babies very soon too!! Besides all that, she understands more than most single friends, and she definitely understands more than my husbands single male friends!! This list incorporates more of his friends than mine!

What Childless Friends Don't Understand:

-That I am really not sorry that my son broke your dye cast model whatever...he thought it was a toy...oh wait, because it IS A TOY!

-That I need multiple toys or distractions for my 2 year old and 6 month old if we go out to dinner...that's why I tried to encourage a BBQ in the comfort of my own home.

-That I really didn't want to go to your wedding with my kids. Because it ended up with me running around after the 2 year old the entire time, and me trying to apologize for him stealing the grooms cake off his plate.

-That going off into the woods to poke smot at your pig roast is NOT on my to do list...unless you want to change the 6 month olds diaper, and then the 2 year old...because all this fresh air is making.them.poop.

-That no, babies aren't born potty trained.

-That I would love to just pick up and leave this godforsaken part of the country every winter and drive to California in my vintage car, and then to Key West(like you). But I can't. I. HAVE. KIDS!

-That saying "AAAAH BAAAA!" to a two year old isn't necessary...he can talk now. USE YOUR WORDS!

This has been a part of Mama Kat's Writers Workshop...head on over, read other entries and write your own!

Mama's Losin' It

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Childhood Fears

So I haven't participated in Mama Kat's writers workshop in FOREVER!!! It's summer in upstate NY, and that means that we're BUSY!! Also, it's been a task juggling the two little ones, and finding time to blog isn't top on my list. However, with summer ending and Fall just around the corner I'd like to start blogging again...when I can!

So here goes:

Childhood fears I've brought to my adult life...thankfully it's plural...because there are a few!

-I'm afraid of the ball...don't ever pick me to be on your volleyball team, because ever since I played volleyball for the first time at age 9...I've been afraid of the ball. I am the person who shirks away from the ball as it's flying toward my head and lets it land on the ground. You've all seen "Meet the Parents" right? Well that's me, I'd rather NOT get the bloody nose, so ya...don't pick me.

-Carousel Horses: I HATE THEM! They have got to be the freakiest part of the carnival/fair...well maybe not compared to the scary guys with abnormally large hands, who work the midway, but a close second. I mean, come on!! Have you looked at them? HAVE YOU? They are totally writhing in pain with a pole stuck in their backs, going in circles in a room full of mirrors and the creepiest music I've ever heard. NOPE, not a fan of Carousel Horses.

-Dams, and swimming in the lakes attached to them. I know it's probably unrealistic...but in my mind if I swim in a lake with a dam, I am bound to end up in one of the intake tanks and die. I'd just rather not, thank you very much.

That about sums that one up...Happy Thursday...and Happy Writing!

Mama's Losin' It