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Wednesday, April 07, 2004 Me, Me, Me

I’m beautiful, successful, have 3 adorable children and a sweet husband.  Plus I live in CA (so hip!), dress to the nines, and keep a house better than Martha Stewart.  So I was thinking, what can I do to make those poor under-achieving peons feel more miserable about their pathetic little lives?  Should I fly to the moon?  Invent a self cleaning house?  And then I had it, I’ll spread my word to everyone beyond the internet!  I’ll run for President!

Tuesday, April 06, 2004 Me, Me, Me

Thanks to Shylah, who turned around a “discombobulated” icon in record time! Look for it in a permanent home on the sidebar soon.

You guys rock.

Tuesday, April 06, 2004 Me, Me, Me

Hi folks, Mindy here. Jeepers! I just sent this email back to Brent, who I am afraid has the wrong idea of my reaction to the reviews. Gah. They’re REVIEWS. They aren’t love letters or marriage proposals, or contracts, or decrees, or even op eds. I’m a big girl, I can take it, and I wouldn’t be the person I think I am if it really bothered me. I just got irked at the language. Like, I only get minimum wage for this so I’m going to drag my feet and call someone I don’t identify with a spaz. Come on, it wouldn’t be me if I didn’t return the potshot.

Anyway:

Hi Brent,

I just wanted to clarify my comments: I wasn’t disappointed with the reviews per se—they are what they are, not what we want them to be—I just thought that descriptors like “spasmodic” didn’t really seem appropriate! I will post this as well so others can see, but don’t get me wrong—I understand the nature of review. I don’t need anyone to pet me and soothe me, I just thought that some of the language was a wee bit unprofessional and/or condescending.

Thanks for taking the time to respond!

Mindy

Tuesday, April 06, 2004 Me, Me, Me

So tell me, is there a mood icon for “discombobulated”? All the icons I see express the specific direction of feeling as well as the depth. I need one that is totally off-kilter, but in both a horrific and intensely good way. Mmmmkay? Can anyone whip one up for me? I’ll post it permanently.

Because, of couse, my posts are spasmodic.

(OK, OK! I’m dropping it now! I don’t need others to define the value of what I do—I thought it would be a lark. But come ON. I am not a spaz, and at least I can hold an audience. A gorgeous, intelligent, spunky, wonderful, wacky, studly audience. You guys are the best. Thank you for the compliments. And thank you for inviting me into your homes, too. I like the new drapes! *goes to check fridge*)

Monday, April 05, 2004 Me, Me, Me

... just how did I earn this reputation for having a big mouth? And a largish attitude? And a razor tongue? And the knack for drawing a crowd when there’s an ass needs whoopin’?

I don’t want to start a stampede, so I won’t post the link, but I just visited a favorite place and was pleased to see some lively commenting going on as usual, and then about halfway through the list… someone new stumbled in and made the fatal mistake of misjudging the clientele.

This someone waded in and insulted about a dozen highly-educated, worldly, brilliantly clever, devastatingly funny, fiercely loyal and protective women. Just walk right in and spit on the floor.

If it had been a saloon, the piano player would have stopped the music with a crash, slammed the lid shut, and dived under the bench.

Predictably, a dog pile ensued. And Yo and behold (I’m so sorry, I just can’t stop doing that), one commenter I like and admire immensely announced several posts down that she was just “waiting with baited breath for Mindy’s response.”

Heh. I was inordinately tickled by that. I felt like I had finally made my bones. Maybe not the most ladylike thought process to flit through this brain, but hey, if y’all liked ladylike, you wouldn’t keep coming back here.

It’s nice to see that I can still get in touch with my Chicago roots when necessary. I may look all sweet and light, but I grew up in the City of Broad Shoulders, daughter to a New Yorker, granddaughter to a couple of Glaswegians. So as a rule, it’s OK to have your say and insult my friends; but when you’re finished, be sure to stand back so your shoes don’t get splattered.

Sunday, April 04, 2004 Me, Me, Me

Here are the answers to my Q&A from The Photographic Review!

I’ve put links to the photos in this post so you can see them here, or you can go to the photoblog to see them with descriptions. If you’ve done the Q&A as well, please leave a link and a comment!

Saturday, April 03, 2004 Me, Me, Me

Up at three, reading a little and beginning to wonder where I left those Godivas. A good sign!

I may even put some clothes on later today (been swapping one set of striped jammies for another as spills & stains collect). I’m been letting the kids watch movies left and right, in my bed, even, with drinks and snacks. (Um, don’t tell Gil.)

Also, am still working on the Q&A from The Photographic Review! Everyone get snapping and we’ll compare notes on Monday!

Of course, most of mine will be of scenes in and around my house, as I haven’t seen light of day since un-dinnertime Friday…

Friday, April 02, 2004 Me, Me, Me

I’d like to take this opportunity to submit a revised agenda for the weekend. [Clears throat]

T-ball on Saturday. [Dry bark of laugher]

Birthday party on Sunday. [Checks weather channel for forecast in Hell]

Laundry, etc., plus some reading and writing. [In mommy’s big yellow chair, with cattle prod in hand to fend off little squatters]

And… hmmm… oh, yes, dinner tonight with my mother and stepfather… Meet folks at favorite restaurant in spite of queasy stirrings. Sit and chat for three minutes, smile wanly at waitress pouring wine, and think to self, “That is not going near my nose or mouth,” and realize that I am really not feeling well.

Friday, April 02, 2004 Me, Me, Me

Let’s review the agenda, shall we?

Tball on Saturday.

Birthday party on Sunday.

Laundry, etc., plus some reading and writing.

And… hmmm… oh, yes, dinner tonight with my mother and stepfather for the first conversation since the Big Upheaval I Am Not Supposed to Talk About Anymore. Gah. I looooove my folks; they are supremely cool people and the most supportive parents anyone could wish for or imagine. I am just dreading having to talk about the whole ordeal. Gil is staying home, so talk we will…

Wednesday, March 31, 2004 Me, Me, Me

Let the title speak for itself; be gentle with me.

Starting in a few weeks, I will begin serious work on the book I hope to finish someday. It will be largely based on this blog, plus some juicy backstory (well, not that juicy, as my entire family would have to be dead in order to publish).

I have compiled a list of both the most commented entries and a list of “The Best of” entries for reference while I put this thing together. I’ll keep updating it, but what I ask of you (you knew this was coming) is that if there is something in particular you remember reading that is worthy of the list, please let me know!

What’s in it for you? I have several ideas for visitors to be immortalized in the book, even if it never amounts to more than a pile of pages to be foisted on my offspring at the reading of my will. But that’s the worst-case scenario; I think it will be much more fun than that.

With that, I’m off to find a vacant bed…

Wednesday, March 31, 2004 Me, Me, Me

I just came back from the mail room to find my officemate and our beloved consultant doubled over in laugher. It seems that Cindy walked past my office and glimpsed my bright orange hoodie (think “Tangerine” from Eternal Sunshine on a Spotless Mind) draped over the back of my desk chair and thought it was MY ASS.

Let me describe this chair for you. The back is at least 18 inches wide and 18 high. Put an orange cover over it and that sucker looks HUGE. I cannot believe she thought it was me, bending over. Bitch. (And yes I know you read this blog.)

Actually, I worship our wonderful Cindy. She is the programming genius behind this huge project, and is the only reason we were able to manage the process in an organized, logical, and sane manner. With her skills and my ideas, there is no tax return we cannot… well. Let’s not go there.

A round of applause if you please. Cindy is largely responsible for my not holing up in a clock tower somewhere. One day, I will devote a post to her if she is amenable, because she has been my rock for 10 years now, and has lived through most of our important life events with me.

*wipes a tear and sighs in helpless admiration*

Monday, March 29, 2004 Me, Me, Me

Hi guys. In case you’re wondering where I am (as a few have asked via email), I’m here. Working. And weeping. And having trouble thinking of anything cheery to write about. I can’t stop going back to Julia’s blog and getting upset all over again. And I can’t stop being angry with my spouse. And I can’t stop feeling so tired and run-down. And craving food that’s not good for me. And wanting to curl up into a ball.

Not to mention the whining. I am even beginning to annoy myself.

Wait—I thought of something fun. I’ve been listening to A Wild and Crazy Guy and Comedy is Not Pretty for the last couple of days, and just completely rocking OUT to “King Tut.” Heh. If I were feeling better, I probably wouldn’t admit to that.

Sunday, March 28, 2004 Me, Me, Me

Last post, and then I’m moving AWAY from the computer… and if anyone can pop by and enforce that, I’d surely appreciate it.

So. I had this bizarre dream last night, and in an almost anticlimatic flash, I had a probable analysis all worked out. And it was not uplifting.

Sunday, March 28, 2004 Me, Me, Me

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Oh my head is swelling! One two of my DotMoms posts are on Blorgy.com!

Sunday, March 28, 2004 Me, Me, Me

Just before I left for the office this morning, Gil offered to pour me a cup of coffee.

Him: “Just in case they’re not brewing today.”
Me: “Hon, if I’m there, “they’re” brewing. I make the coffee around there most days.”
Him: “Oh, yeah. I read that on your blog.”