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Tomorrow morning at 9am PST, 12pm EST, and some time between that for all those other STs, I will be chattin’ it up live with Jo Brielyn of Will Blog for Kids. By “chattin’ it up” I mean talking. Like, with words. Not typing. Eeek. I’m nervous.
I’m certain of three things, as far as me going on a talk-radio show goes: Read more on Lindsay + Radio Interview = ?…
The second a mother first holds her baby, she should automatically be granted super-human immunity.
Just my opinion.
We, as mothers (okay dads, you can be in on this too), shouldn’t be susceptible to cold, flu, or any other virus. (Or lice. Let’s put lice in that category too.)
It is miserable to be sick and to have to also parent kids who may or may not also be sick. Unfortunately, the sickness timing is rarely optimal. As far as I’ve concluded in my 5 years of parenting, there are three possible options in the virus-passing realm:
It is?
Well, too bad. You’re getting one anyway.
Time flies when you’re having fun. Time also flies when you’ve had an amazing time in New York City, and then come home to a house full of more “fun” (as in whiny kids who are secretly holding a grudge against you for leaving them for almost a week), followed by finding out you’ve been accepted to start training for an about.com job that could possibly throw you into freelance writing further than you’ve ever been thrown before.
(More about that one later, it’s awe-some!)
So yes, time has flown.
That’s not to say I have pushed aside the BlogHer10 trip as if it were some hot one-nighter. As a matter of fact it was so incredible and overwhelming, I haven’t even really been able to process it until now.
Within a teensy little cavern in my brain, there lives a list. I refer to this list as: Things I Would Marry If I Could. It’s an odd list, I think, but considering I’m not the most normal duck in the pond, I’d say that sounds about right.
Given the ability to do so, and assuming it’d okay to marry more than one object (plus a real person), these are 7 things I would marry: Read more on Marry Me, Arby’s Sauce….
Motherhood and personal success aren’t mutually exclusive.
That, I fully believe.
That is not to say, however, that pursuing your passion while balancing being a mom and wife is going to be easy. As I am quickly discovering, it’s quite the opposite.
Writing is my passion. Creating something out of nothing, streaming words together in such a way that it makes people laugh, cry, and think- that is what makes me giddy. That is what drives me to keep writing. Read more on Wasted Time…
Mary plopped down beside us in the bar, a blue Santa hat on her head.
It was the beginning of August, but I didn’t ask questions. We were in New York at the BlogHer10 conference and I had seen far stranger things by that point in the trip.
Tracy asked how Mary was doing. She smiled and lifted a single orange high heel shoe from her bag, placing it on the table amidst our drinks.
“I lost my other stripper shoe,” she said, gesturing toward the heel.
Immediately, I pulled out my phone, took a picture of the sexy heel, and Tweeted: Read more on Lone Stripper Shoe-Napping: A Tale…
Me words no… work?
Head brain not function.
There have been few times in my life that I have ever been this tired and we still have more to do tonight. Whew! It’s exhausting. It’s ridiculous. It’s awesome.
You wouldn’t believe the swag that I’ve received here. They aren’t joking around. Read more on Vlog: Checking in from BlogHer10…
Before I dive headfirst into the first day of our trip, I have to get something off my chest:
Roberto?! Really… I mean, really?!
Chris was the perfect guy. He was the normal guy. He was the guy who was taking things at an appropriate speed and cautiously hinting at his feelings like, um, a normal dude would.
Don’t get me wrong, I think Roberto’s plenty nice on the eyes and seems sweet enough.
But Chris… Chris!
Dumb move, Allie. Dumb, dumb move.
My friend was so distraught over her choice, she chucked several M&Ms at the TV. You know a woman is pissed when she uses precious, crunchy chocolate as a projectile. Read more on #BlogHer10: Day One in New York!…
My brain is too full and overwhelmed to think up some awesomely creative and quirky way to start this blog, so I’m going with this sentence and callin’ it good.
Tuesday morning, at the buttcrack of dawn, I leave for New York City.
I have so much to prepare before hand, hence the full-brain issue. Read more on Swag = Awesome…
I pretty much lost it today.
Twice.
You see, my life revolves around poop. From the second I wake up in the morning, open the twins’ bedroom door and am nearly knocked unconscious by a mushroom cloud of stank, to the final nasty diaper of the day.
All day.
Every day.
Double diaper duty.
Sure, I love my babies. I do not, however, feel any fondness to their feces.
This morning, I left the babies in their cribs a little longer than normal. Read more on Seriously, enough with the crap….
That title is about to get a little more funny.
Read on. You’ll see.
This past weekend, a pregnant chick I had just met was talking about this new cupcake place she had been to. She said the cupcakes were amazingly delicious. She mentioned that one cupcake had salted caramel frosting and she loved it.
I had never heard of salted caramel before. I like salt. I like caramel. But together? I needed convincing.
And anyway, this woman is pregnant… her tastebuds can’t be trusted, can they? I know mine were whacked out when I was pregnant.
Still, I was intrigued. Read more on I am a master baker!…
Lindsay Maddox… Laughing my way through motherhood.
(And taking submission guidelines literally.)
Remember when MySpace wasn’t ghetto? That’s when my blogging career began. It started innocently: I wanted to lose weight and thought blogging would keep me accountable. I threw in some stories of my firstborn.
People commented.
This might be frightening… I now have blogging capabilities from my phone.
Note: From today on, random blog-worthy knowledge may be posted at any time. (Maybe even from the pot. You won’t know! Muahahahahaaa!)
Most guys are complete wusses when they’re sick.
(HA! I just wrote “pregnant” instead of sick. That was funny. Anyway…)
Most guys, when sick, roll around in agony, whine in misery, certain that they are writhing on death’s doorstep.
Not Clint.
This man has the immune system of an elephant.
(This is, of course, assuming elephants have excellent immune systems. I, for one, have never seen a sick elephant, so I’m going with that analogy.)
And the suck-it-up-ness of something equally tough.
(Sorry, I’m out of animal analogies. My brain is still stuck on sick elephants.) Read more on PhotoBlog: Impromptu…
Who has two thumbs and just won a trip to New York?
*this mama!*
I. Won. I Woniwoniwoniwon. I have said that about 182,345 times since finding out Friday morning, and I’m still not sure it has sunk in.
