See the new article in Advertising Age on P&G’s inviting 15 influential mommy bloggers to headquarters in Cincinnati. Disclaimer: I’m one of the 15!
FamilybitsFirst, a national women’s magazine, is doing a story for the holidays (yes! Already! These things take time, you know.), and has asked me to see if anyone here fits the bill. You know you do. Interested parties can reply directly to .
For our holiday issue, we are looking for women who found a way to feel better about themselves and particularly their bodies with a holiday or family tradition. For example, volunteering at a food shelter, handing out toys to the needy, going ice skating with the kids, etc. Women who are selected for this story will likely be professionally photographed, which means professional hair styling and makeup application. If anyone is interested they can email me their name, age, city/state, current photo, and a paragraph about their story.
Obviously, I can’t reply. Remember the last time I took the kids ice skating? Or even better, roller skating? Hoo boy, that was fun. Whiplash on Christmas Eve. And then me, three kids, and a deranged woman in the ER all night 48 hours later.
Me, Me, MeWell, at least Amazon loves me. Either that or more than one person people bought copies of my book, Mommy Confidential: Adventures from the Wonderbelly of Motherhood in rapid succession because my sales rank went from over a million to #50,742 overnight! Furthermore, Phil informs me, it is ranked #79 in books on Motherhood.
This makes me smile.
When there’s nothing to post, there’s usually too much on fire.
To wit: bank threatening to freeze assets, lawn dying mysterious death in spots, children booooored but unwilling to do anything around the house, in debt to my eyeballs and no paycheck in sight, kids off camp all week but have wonderful neighbor with pool and two accompanying children of appropriate age, Phil well into fifteenth day on east coast, torn between finding more affordable digs and preserving childhood home, warmed by rave reviews of session given to national professional association accompanied by realization that the things most appreciated and valued are those I do for love, not money, and that I will die an entertaining pauper. On anti-depressants.
So. Not much to do but pack up the kids, invade neighbor’s pool, help paint a room, find lunch or at least cash for same, contemplate having car windows fixed (smoke came out of switch when tested with nail file, not encouraging), finish laundry, crack a beer, and wait for the day to be over.
How about you?
Me, Me, MeI wasn’t sure if I would laugh, burn with shame, or sigh with relief when I found this from 2005. I barely remember making it, but it sure was funny at the time. To me.
All I can say is, It pays to blog this short of slander, or for that matter, anything actionable.
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