Monday, June 16, 2014

I'll tumblr for ya: What do you meme part 2

A few weeks ago I decided to figure out tumblr.  I couldn't. I did a few Google searches, read some articles, and even signed up for my own account.  I spent a good chunk of an afternoon looking through various "tumblelogs" that I might want to follow.  I still don't get it.  Something about social networking and a multimedia platform. I think it's the next generation of blogging,or at least that's what they told me.  Maybe it's a cross between this antiquated blog and Twitter.  And you know how I feel about Twitter

I noticed a lot of tumblr blogs that were dedicated to a theme. I liked the then and now blog where people submitted photos taken from the same spot "then" and "now".  It reminded me of my old favorite, "Boring Postcards".  I loved that book.
Maybe I'll start my own tumblr blog for freakish M&Ms

Chickie has been potty training for about eight months.  The turning point came when she discovered YouTube on daddy's iPad while she was doing her "business".  We don't normally allow YouTube, but when your two year old accesses it through the Talking Ginger app (why do we still have that?), what can you do? She loves the videos of Play-Doh surprise eggs and the Anna, Elsa, and Kristoff Barbie scenes. Why didn't I think of filming myself playing with Barbies? Oh yeah, because that would be weird. Does she make any money doing this? Why is her voice so annoying?

What about those quizzes people post on Facebook? Should I really change my hair to strawberry blonde, move to Texas, and call myself Deborah?


*Check out DisneyCarToys on YouTube if you're interested in watching a grown woman with an annoying voice play Barbies. BTW it's not what you think, it's wholesome. Strange, but wholesome.

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Wisdom from Kitty

"Sometimes it's easier to stand up for someone else than it is to stand up for yourself."

Monday, March 17, 2014

I need help, just not from you

Do you have a Gil Thorpe in your life? Or better yet, a Gunther Thorpe (Gil's dad)?

On last week's episode of Modern Family we were introduced to Gunther Thorpe, a guy who always seems to show up when Jay is at his worst.  I totally have a few Gunther Thorpe characters in my life. My Gunther Thorpes tend to fall into one of two categories. The first is the person I secretly admire or look up to for whatever reason. The second, and most common, is the person who doesn't add anything of value to my life, but seems to always be hanging around in the background, waiting for my inevitable failure.

I recognize that in the first case, the fault is with me.  I become hyper-critical of myself around certain people.  And really, there are only a handful of these women in my life.  They are the ones that have their finger on the pulse of fashion/hair/skinniness/coolness of the world.  These are the women  I run into at the grocery store (for the third time) when I'm wearing stained sweats on day three without a shower, buying a year supply of Hostess and M&M products . Maybe she'll decide to drop in later in the week and the two year old will answer the door dressed only in a diaper and sticky chocolate cheeks.  She'll timidly let herself in after the toddler runs away and wait patiently while I flush the toilet and emerge from the sanctity of a much needed bathroom break. These women have impeccable timing.

The difference between the first group and the second is all in perception. The first group leaves me feeling embarrassed, the second group makes it clear that they are embarrassed for me. They make a big deal about pointing out the tag that is sticking up in the back of my clean shirt and when I laugh it off by saying that at least the shirt's right-side-out, the look of confusion and pity in their eyes says it all. These people don't understand self-deprecating humor and instead view it as an opportunity to offer obvious advice as another avenue of delivering criticism.  "That's why I always double check that nothing is inside-out when I put it away..."  Duh.

More examples:
"You'll need to vacuum more often when she starts to crawl..."
"You shouldn't let them watch TV until they are ready for school..."
"You should make a list of things to do, that's how I get things done..."

I find myself offering unsolicited obvious advice all the time, so... maybe I'm the obnoxious person that isn't really helping anyone.  Sorry.

Monday, January 20, 2014

What do you meme?

There are many things I don't get. 

I'm not ashamed to admit, for example, that I totally looked up the word "meme".  I had an idea what it might mean, but with it being thrown around like common knowledge these days I figured I'd better know what it actually meant. To save yourself the embarrassment of maybe using it in the wrong context here's the definition:
a. a cultural item that is transmitted by repetition and replication in a manner analogous to the biological transmission of genes
b. a cultural item in the form of an image, video, phrase, etc., that is spread via the Internet and often altered in a creative or humorous way. (dictionary.com) 
I joined the Twitter the other day.* I figured I should jump on the bandwagon and get tweeting. It's like reading code.  A code everyone knows but me.  In this day and age of technology everyone just assumes people can figure stuff out without so much as an overview or description.  It's like when we got that first iPod and the box came with no instructions.  Luckily we figured it had to be plugged in. Let's just say don't bother following me. #what'sahashtagforanyway #whatsthepoint #itsweird

And what about Minecraft? I could go on and on but I wouldn't know what I was talking about, creepers, mods, spawns, the nether... The graphics? Is it cool to have horrible 80s style graphics? In the 80s we played a game on our dad's Osborne computer called "Castle" and there were no graphics.  Believe me, the graphics of our imaginations were awesome, we didn't need anything else.

Does anyone know what the deal is with Comic Con? Or is it Comicon? ComicCon? Didn't we used to make fun of Star Trek conventions? Now it's cool to dress up and go to a comic convention? Isn't that what it is? Am I missing out?

And "What Does the Fox Say?"


*I know it's not the Twitter, I added that for #dramaticeffect
John's "pre-church" attitude is awesome.

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

2013 Year in review

Pretty much the past year went like this:

Everything started out normal enough, then I found out I was pregnant, then I was sick, then I felt a little better, then my ankles swelled, then I had a baby, and now I am disorganized and overwhelmed.

Chickie likes to draw people. I am the figure on the left with the scribbled hair. "Yours wrinkle" (the vertical line to the left of the mouth) is the only other defining feature that she included in my portrait.

Nice.




Monday, December 16, 2013

More from Chickie

"Chickie, Mommy's tired of doing this..."

"Ok. Go to sleep."

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Life with this two year old

Chickie HATES:

breakfast
boots
mine cup
that mean lady/step-mother
the step-sisters
that mean cat
watch Snow White
take naps
yours bed
mine bed
mine room
my binky
this one blanket
getting kids from school
mine carseat
mine buckles
mommy's radio
daddy's show
john saying 'stop chickie'

Chickie WANTS:
chocolate cake
chocolate milk
pudding
boots
mine cup
watch Cinderella
watch Snow White
mommy's bed
the crib
my binky
mine blanket
get kids
mine radio louder/up in the air
mine show
sit daddy's chair
john go away


hold you me