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Feed America for just $1

When we picked DJ up from school last week, he asked if he could choose an ornament from his after school program’s “Adopt a Family” tree. “Of course,” we said. After careful consideration, he chose to take responsibility for buying an 8-year-old boy (his age) a pair of pajamas.

We went to the store and picked out a pair. Knowing nothing about this boy, it was tough to figure out what size to get (DJ himself is often between sizes). I suggested that we get a slightly larger size because flannel pajamas were likely to shrink when they were washed.

“But, mom, I don’t think they have a washing machine,” he said.

“Why do you say that?” I asked.

“They might live in a car. You know, some kids don’t have houses like we do.”

We’ve been working to teach DJ about giving to others who don’t have access to the things we do. Each year, he goes through his playroom and donates his toys to kids who aren’t as fortunate. He sets aside one-third of his modest allowance to give to charities of his choice. It’s not easy giving on a budget. That has become all that much more obvious over the past few years as we’ve had to cut back our own charitable giving budget. That is exactly why I was so impressed when Megan told me about Feeding America and asked me to help.

The programs offered by Feeding America are vast – from a nationwide network of supported food banks, to programs to supplement government poverty programs that are constantly on the chopping block given our economy, to disaster relief for those facing an unforeseen emergency. These programs help the nearly 49 million Americans – including an astonishing 1 in 5 American children – who go hungry every day.

With just $1, Feeding America can provide 8 nutritious meals to those in need. EIGHT!!!! $5 = 40 meals! $25 = 200!!!

DJ and I talked about how much we feel comfortable giving. What about you? You can click here to donate. When you’re done, head on over to Undomestic Diva’s blog, leave her one comment for every $5 you donate and you can win a $50 gift card to Starbucks.

And if you need help, you can head over to Feeding America’s site to find out more.

May you all have a very happy Thanksgiving.

Those Who Wish to Sing: Operation Eleanor

When I got the text from my BFF Megan challenging me to take part in Operation Eleanor, it took me all of 2.2 seconds to send a simple reply: It’s on.

For the past two weeks, I’ve been thinking about what scares me, what fears I’m ready to overcome. The more I’ve thought about it, and worried about whether I’d be able to accopmlish what feels like 30 daunting tasks, the more I’m reminded of one of my favorite sayings:

Those who wish to sing always find a song.

 

No excuses. I’m just going to do it. I will overcome my fears – some big, some small. But I will show myself that I can. I won’t blog about all of them (for instance, I can’t write about today’s as it’s work-related) but I expect to check in and let you know how it’s going. Ready? Set. Let’s go!

On Friendship: My Failure and Renewed Hope

I’ve not always been the best friend. I’ve hurt. And I’ve been hurt. I’ve moved away. I’ve been deserted. After Scoot and I became serious during my junior year of high school, I – intentionally or not – swore off trying very hard at friendship. What was the point?

The girls who were my age were trying to get as far away from their parents as possible while I was devoting my entire being to keeping alive my long-distance relationship with Scoot, whose mom lives just two miles from my own. They were planning for their post-college travels around the world while I was planning my wedding in our hometown. They were renting apartments with roommates in Los Angeles and New York and San Francisco while I took out a mortgage on a home in the suburbs with room for a nursery for my young son. I had a very hard time relating.

Women who were in a similar life stage to me were planning their weddings while shuffling their meeting schedules at work. They were spending $1600 a month on nannies while I was making grocery shopping lists to include ramen, Hamburger Helper and macaroni and cheese so I could afford the $200 per week I had to spend on daycare. And at work, when I sat down for my annual review, it was they who would evaluate me on my performance throughout the prior year. I had a very hard time relating.

Recently, in large part because of what I discovered when I was introduced to the world of online social networks, I have established friendships. With genuine friends. The kind with whom I can gossip about that girl. The kind with whom I can lament about my day. The kind with whom I can share my frustrations and fears and tears and hopes. The kind with whom I laugh. And laugh. And text. And laugh.

In return, they’ve shared their loves, their losses, their triumphs, their sorrows. I hear about what they ate for breakfast and minutes later, the one thing they want their kids to know about them if they meet their end prematurely. I hear about the guy who tried to talk to them when they’re happily married. I get advice about health matters. I advise them on their resumes. I get drunk texts. With pictures!

I’ve been kept company in the hospital for 48 hours through a small device that meant constant conversation. I’ve watched a minor illness turn into a major health problem. With IVs. And surgeries. And tests. And uncertainty. I’ve seen pregnancy test strips and ultrasounds and newly born babies and crawling toddlers. I’ve celebrated romance and birthdays and New Year’s Eve and just because. I’ve watched them jump out of airplanes, and jump into love. I’ve watched doubt and despair and divorce. I’ve seen them hurt and healed.

I’ve felt. I’ve felt friendship. I’ve felt all that it can be. I’ve felt all that I missed during that decade or so when I just didn’t feel like I could relate to my peers.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had my fears that I’ve deluded myself. Certainly the friend ending her relationship, that was never married, that makes more than I do, that makes less than me, that! has! nothing! but! girls! …certainly we will find something that divides us. And yet, thankfully, they’re still here. I’m still here, a believer in friendship.

I’m about to head out on a weekend away with one of my dearest friends with our four!!! boys all under the age of 9 (unfortunately, Bop can’t make it because of school). I’m looking forward to it for selfish reasons, and not so selfish ones. And when I come back I have another friend coming to visit, one who just moved to the area and who I hope to see much more often. And six weeks from now I’ll be celebrating yet another’s birthday with friends from around the country.  

Ends up, I’m kind of digging this friend thing. And as simple and easy as that sounds, I have a very hard time explaining just how happy it makes me and how sincerely appreciative I am to be able to say it.

If You’re Happy and You Know It

Hey, remember me? Yeah, I own this here little place of the interwebs. Nice to see you again. I could write a post (ok, I did…and decided not to hit publish…again) about where I’ve been but instead I thought I’d just cut to the chase and post something new. So here you go…

10 Things I Smiled About Today

1. The # I saw on the scale this morning.

2. Achieving my goal of getting up without hitting the snooze button.

3. DJ choosing to do his homework this morning (rather than tomorrow night) without any prompting.

4. Scoot baking cookies for the Mother-Son Dance Friday night.

5. Having enough calories left today to help be a taste tester of the aforementioned cookies.

6. Catching up with an old friend/colleague.

7. Seeing a new friend/colleague achieve well-deserved satisfaction.

8. Getting an email from my friend who seems to make it her life’s work to have me in stitches on a daily basis.

9. Looking at a calendar and realizing I will be seeing a bunch of my friends real soon.

10. Straightening my desk before I left the office for the night.

What made you smile today?

Mah Smahrts Iz Showing

I’ve been super busy at work, which is a really good thing given this economy. In addition to the stuff I do for my clients, however, I’ve also been spearheading a project to get my whole office involved in blogging and tweeting about the Elections we have coming up in California. This is in coordination with a project that we’re running out of our DC office where some of my very smart colleagues are keeping up on all sorts of races around the country that people will care about.

So, since you’re my very best friend in the whole wide world (you are, right?), I thought you might be interesting in following this fun little project.

Here’s where we’re tweeting: @CalVoteImpact

Here’s where we blog: Virtual Vantage Points

And here is my first post: Boxer v. Fiorina: Five Trends to Watch

I hope to see you over there and please excuse me if I’m not hanging out wherever you’re used to seeing me. It takes a whole lot of brainpower to keep from accidentally tweeting about my kids’ ear infections and silly sayings from my work account, ifyaknowwhatimean.

My Front Porch Looking In

I got home last night to my boys asleep in the middle of my bed. DJ was on “my side,” Bop on Scoot’s. Scoot told me DJ had convinced his little brother that Bop really should sleep on daddy’s side. DJ understood that mommy was coming home while he slept.

Big brothers are always a little shady like that.

He managed to open his eyes enough to know I was there. He slept with his arm across me, then early in the morning he held me in both.

After Scoot left this morning, I switched sides of the bed. When Bop started to stir, I whispered in his ear, “B-Bop, mommy’s home.” A huge grin crossed his face. He grabbed me tightly around my neck. Then gave me a kiss. Then another. Then more. He asked if I went on an airplane. Then started to complain about his ear draining. One of them always gets sick when I travel.

It was great to have time away, to hang out with friends and meet new ones. To laugh and joke and explore and learn. To hear how others see the world.

I enjoyed seeing the sights in the Big Apple, but the city that never sleeps has nothing on what I get to wake up to every morning.

I’m Just Going to Get My Bitchiness Out of the Way

Last year, I did the obligatory I wear flip flops all day/I have weird habits like brushing my teeth all the dang time/Squee!!! BlogHer!!! Post. Since then, my nickname hasn’t changed, nor has my affinity for comfy footwear and the occasional high heels. Therefore I thought I’d just get down to what you all really want to know…what makes me turn bitchy.

Generally speaking, I’m a pretty chipper person. I definitely see the cup half full and I’m always looking for silver linings. HOWEVER, there are a few things that will make me not so pleased…

  1. I broke my shin playing soccer when I was 16. I was in a full-leg cast for a few weeks, then a cast up to my knee for another couple of months. It sucked. It especially sucked because I was told after the cast was off that I had to have surgery to rebreak my leg and insert a metal rod and a few screws to straighten it out. When I had that surgery later in the fall, something screwy happened and that muscle that runs along my shin now sticks out like a golf ball when it’s flexed. Because of this I wear pants or jeans a lot – even in the 100 degree heat here in Sacramento. If you see me in jeans, please don’t ask me if I’m hot. Yes, I’m hot. It’s New York in August and I’m in jeans. A few years ago I got up the nerve to start wearing skirts. And then the “OMG, what happened to your leg?” comments started. Don’t do that. I don’t like it. I’ll be nice about it. I’ll be cordial. I promise I won’t go off on you.  (See #2) But it will annoy me. And to answer your questions: No I didn’t sue the doctor, I’m not even sure if he did something wrong or if this was going to happen no matter what. No, it doesn’t hurt. Yes, you can feel it (it’s squishy) but only if you don’t say, “Ewww” or, “That’s so weird” or, “Oh my gawd” afterwards which is basically the same thing as me saying No, you can’t feel it. Yes/No/I don’t know if it’s fixable. If it is – which is a big if, it isn’t medically necessary so insurance won’t pay for it and I can’t really envision a time in my life when I would ever prioritize getting my leg fixed over something like a diamond ring or an awesome vacation with my kids or a boob job (yeah, I said it, I nursed two kids for more than a year each…I could use a pick-me-up). If you’d like to pay for it, however, I’d happily accept your donation. :D No, you can’t dry hump it. Yes, I was (jokingly, of course) asked this question before. Yes, I gave the person who asked it the same answer. No, you won’t be getting special treatment.
  2. When DJ or B-Bop come to us to tattle, they always, ALWAYS hear the same thing from me and Scoot: “You worry about you.” We say this because we firmly believe that there will always be people in their lives whose actions and reactions they cannot control. This is the same with us adults too. The only thing we have any control over is how we react to a situation. If you want to complain about cliques and drama and parties and swag, please know that I don’t particularly want to hear it. I’ll listen if you need to vent (I’m not a total bitch), but I won’t be as upset about it as you are and it might get old to me after a not-so-long while. If you want to ruin your trip to one of the most expensive, interesting, beautiful cities in the world by worrying about other people, feel free. I, on the other hand, will be worrying about me. I will be with people who I want to be with (including, sometimes spending time by myself…see #3), doing what I want to do and having a blast. This is my general approach to life and it’s served me well so far, so I’m just going to stick with it.
  3. You have no control over this, but my super good attitude woohoo approach to life tends to expire after 3 days away from home. It’s no one’s fault. It’s just how I am. I leave home on Tuesday, I get home late Monday. You do the math.  I’m going to try real hard to not turn into a royal bitch by Saturday but if I decide to just have some chill time by myself, please know it’s not you, it’s me. I promise you I’m not shunning you forever. I’m probably on the phone with my boys or taking a nap or wandering around the hotel by myself. It’s ok. We’ll both be ok. I promise chipper me will be back momentarily so just carry on and I’ll let you know when she is.
  4. I get overtired. I need sleep and a lot of it. I do best with 8 hours a night. On weekends I add a nap to that mix. If I don’t get my 8 hours, everything listed above will be exacerbated. I do have control over this. I will do my best to prevent this, but it’s probably inevitable. Nothing that a good nap won’t fix, though.

I think I’ll just stop before you think I’m a very big bitch. I promise you, I’m not. 99.9% of you that I meet will not encounter bitchy Emmie at all while we’re in New York. But for the .1% of you who might maybe might (you know who you are), please allow me to say in advance I’m sorry. 

Now stop staring at my leg.

Hopped up out The Bed Turn My Swag on: My Last BlogHer ’09 Post

We’re less than a month two weeks away from a couple thousand bloggers descending on New York City for BlogHer ’10 and I thought to myself, well, it’d probably be good to reflect on BlogHer ’09. The only problem with that thought is that everyone is doing that in the form of advice posts for newbies to BlogHer ’10. Anyone who knows me knows I’m more than willing to give often unsolicited advice any day so why pretend like it’s related in any way to BlogHer?

Instead, I thought I’d address another common theme in pre- and post-BlogHer posts: SWAG. “Why are we inundated with all this stuff?” some people complained. “[sigh] I had to bring a separate bag just for the swag,” others moaned (as they stuffed those very same bags full of the stuff they were given).

Look, people are given free samples (which is, in essence,what the BlogHer-type swag mostly is) in order to increase brand recognition or introduce new products. Marketers do it because it works.

After BlogHer ’09, someone (I cannot at all recall who) sent out a tweet saying that those of us who received anything for free should thank the people who gave it to us. Now, at my day job I represent companies like the ones who sponsor BlogHer. I know they appreciate a hat-tip for their generosity. BUT, as a consumer, I also know I’m not going to throw out an endorsement of something just because someone gave it to me for free. Frankly, free crap is still crap.

HOWEVER, there were a handful of items that I was introduced to at BlogHer ’09 that a year later I’m still using. Not only that, but these companies, for no reason other than their donating items for various swag bags at BlogHer ’09, have earned a paying customer. I have no problem recognizing those products. So, without further ado, here is the BlogHer swag I’m still using:

Bounce Dryer Bar

I got this from the Expo Hall last year. It’s really simple in concept but it’s just about the greatest thing to happen to a laundry room since, well I don’t know, if you spend any time at my house know I don’t do laundry. That’s Scoot’s job. But even Scoot loved this product. First things first, though. Bop has ridiculous allergies and reacts to everything so I was concerned about using a “normal” fabric softener bar since we use all that no fragrance, dye-free detergent and dryer sheets. I talked to the Bounce representative who humored me, even if they answered zero of my questions. But I brought it home and handed it to Scoot and said, “Let me know what you think.” He loved it. First of all, it works. That matters. Secondly, it didn’t affect Bop at all. We still use the fragrance- and dye-free detergent but apparently this bar is a-ok for his sensitive skin. Thirdly, it saves money. We’re slightly obsessive about our laundry so used 2 sheets of fabric softener in our dryer. We’ve replaced this bar (which says it lasts 2 months) maybe 3 times since last July. And we do A LOT of laundry. Do the math…we spent less than $20 on fabric softener in a year whereas we were spending somewhere between $30 – $60 per year on fabric softener sheets before. Fourthly, we don’t have to think about adding fabric softener. Once you install the bar – which is easy to do – you just load your laundry and forget it. I am a HUGE fan.

Intak Hydration Bottle

I think I got this in my swag bag from the BlogHer 5K. This is a BPA-free water bottle made by Thermos. It has a nice wide opening for drinking with a tight seal. Just below the push button is a dial to track the number of bottles you’ve consumed throughout the day. This is perfect for those of us who are mathematically challenged! My kids love this bottle. We had to fight over it so much that I bought DJ one of his own (in green because mommy’s pink bottle was apparently a girl color). Which he promptly left at basketball. So he was back to stealing mine…which he then lost on his first day of soccer camp. Yesterday I bought him a new (red) one. (Mine was recovered today.) For those of you who fill up your bottle at work, another convenient feature is that in addition to its screw top that opens up nice and wide, the spout through which you drink is wide enough that you can use the water cooler at work to refill it without unscrewing anything. I’m fully expecting to purchase yet another one for Bop in the very near future.

Scotch-Brite Greener Clean Products

I’d never go so far as to call myself a tree hugger, but if given the option between buying something bad for the environment vs. something better than bad for the environment with all else (including price) being equal, well I’m not a total asshole. That’s why I appreciated Scotch-Brite supplying their entire line of Greener Clean products in the Room 704 party swag bags (I’m pretty sure that’s where these were.) I’m sensitive to accusations of green-washing and Scotch-Brite isn’t free from such accusation with this line of products. However, unlike many “green” products, the Greener Clean line of products from Scotch Brite cost the same (at least at Walmart) as their regular line and I normally purchase Scotch-Brite sponges for my dishwashing needs. Though using them may not have made me an uber-environmentalist, I’d like to think I’m doing something better by using this line. Again, these products work. I’ve used them on my granite countertops, stainless steel appliances, ceramic tiles, bathtubs, and dishes. Nothing has been scratched.

eos Lip Balm

OK, so I really did ask, “What is that?” when I first saw this weird orb-shaped thing. For some reason I was envisioning it holding something like a charm or a tooth from my childhood or something. But no, even more bizarre, it was lip balm. I was skeptical if for no reason other than it’s shape. But come on…go take a look at a picture of me. I don’t exactly have Angelina Jolie lips. In fact, when I was in high school an ex-boyfriend called me a “no-lipped bitch.” In a note. Which I can almost recite by memory. But I digress. This orb-shaped lip balm works even on my non-existent lips. What I really like about it is that, unlike a number of tubular lip balms, this version didn’t seem to have that addictive quality to it. I put it on in the morning and, while it’s not greasy or heavy feeling, I don’t really need to put it on again until the next morning. And the flavor doesn’t make you feel like your lips have turned into mints or strawberry candies, rather it’s a very subtle mint flavor. In addition to the lip balm, I was also given some eos (it stands for evolution of smooth, by the way) shaving cream which I love love love. I rarely use shaving cream so I haven’t finished the bottle I got last year yet but when I do, I’ll definitely purchase eos again.

Honorable Mentions

There were a few pieces of swag that deserve a nod even if they didn’t exactly convert me to a paying customer yet. The folks who had the Disney NetPal set up were great. Honestly before BlogHer last year I had no idea what a netbook was. They walked me through the product and got me thinking about what kind of security and accessibility features I needed as my boys became interested in our computer (which they’ve really done in the past 12 months). I loved the Disney NetPal and immediately went home and told Scoot all about it. The problem is that they don’t sell it at Best Buy and I’m ridiculously loyal to them (mostly because I their 0% interest offers to buy all of my electronics). Though I didn’t end up buying the Disney NetPal, I did end up buying an Asus Eee PC which SURPRISE! is the same non-Disney branded netbook. I admit, I missed out on some really cool features but at least Asus made out.

I really loved bringing home a Mr. Potato Head for my boys. It’s a classic toy and they love the character in Toy Story movie but I really never considered buying one.

I got a couple of reusable shopping bags from Blue Avocado at BlogHer last year. These bags are really nice, not like the crappy ones they have at Safeway or Walmart. I use them for everything. Shopping, lunches, bringing dog bowls and food to my parents’ house, cleaning out the car, transporting towels and swimsuits to and from camp. And they’re totally washable! I haven’t actually spent more money on reusable bags since I got these but I have been better about reusing the numerous reusable bags that I had.

Dishonorable Mention

I really hate to say this but I just have to. The Strawberry Shortcake-sponsored room at BlogHer drove me nuts. They put bags down on every chair full of stuff that I doubt any parents of two boys need. And they included in that a printed press release about their DVD? Not interested. Not only that, but they restocked the chairs between panels even though the panels were all within the mommyblogging track. So not only did I have one girly bag to get rid of, I had to get rid of multiples. I appreciate everything that the sponsoring companies do to keep the cost of BlogHer down for attendees but if I were consulting with a client, there is no way I’d ever recommend they drop swag on every chair of a room for multiple sessions of the same track. *steps off my soap box*

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