Jul 152008
 

BlogHer this. BlogHer that. BlogHer. BlogHer. BlogHer.

No, I’m not going. Yes, I’m a bit grumpy about it. I’ve wanted to go for two years now but if the dates stay what they are, well, I’ll never be able to go. As you know from yesterday’s post, I’m in the process of packing for camp. It’s a yearly event. Same dates, every year. It’s also an integral part of my faith and, as such, “ditching it” isn’t something that I’m willing to do. And so, I unplug for eleven days while my peers all plan to get together and be super-plugged-in. I’m trying not to be salty. I’m trying to remind myself that my faith and my family are more important than any conference, no matter how awesome.

And it’s true. Camp was always a highlight of my summers while growing up. I made friends as a young child that are now all grown up and attending with their children. Our children are becoming friends. And the cycle is renewing itself. It is my dream that my sons will attend with their children in tow, watching them grow in faith and love with their friends’ children.

This year is set to be even more exciting and special. For the past twenty-seven years of my life, I have been staying in the cottage that my Great-Grandfather built. My Great-Grandmother, still alive and healthier than the lot of us, is the reason the family began attending. The cottage was built in the 60′s and is a huge part of my childhood summer memories. But this year, we bought our own cottage with my parents. Our family has outgrown the old cottage. And so, we’re expanding! It’s a lovely cottage that, albeit, needs some work when camp ends this year. But it’s just perfect. We already went to test it out (Mom and Dad have been getting it ready for this year as I’ve been very busy) and BigBrother approves of the big, screened in porch. It’s also right near the playground. An added bonus.

Faith-wise, many people don’t understand. And that’s okay. While I have a strong faith, it is such a blessing to be able to spend ten days each year concentrating on the relationship I have with my God. (And, you know, parenting and eating yummy food and doing a little relaxing as well.) But it’s the main reason that I won’t just “ditch” the last weekend and fly off to mingle with people that I consider some of my best friends. I’ll think of you all. I’ll miss your comments and e-mails and posts and general awesomeness. And I’ll probably feel a little bit jealous.

But I know I’m choosing the right path for myself and my family. And I’ll continue to do so. So, someone have a blast for me. I look forward to reading your posts when everyone gets home (which is the same time that I get home!).

Jun 192008
 

It’s been awhile since I’ve perused what random searchers used to find this blog. Let’s take a look, shall we?

1. Do tattoos stop you from being a paramedic? Well, let me look at FireDad’s back and chest. The easy answer would be, “Nope! He’s got three and is a Paramedic.” The complicated answer would be, “But his three are all covered by a shirt. And he doesn’t often go to work shirtless. At least, I don’t think he goes to work shirtless…” A quick search of FireHouse.com found an archived discussion on the topic. The final answer: it’s hit or miss. If you’re already a Paramedic working for a company, ask them before you tattoo “KISS THIS” across your knuckles.

MCZ2. Mint chocolate zoo. (Other variations included “mint chocolate zoo knit” and “mint chocloate zoo tee.”) Ah, so you’re a Goodmama fan, too? Yes, I do own the print. Yes, we love it (though not as much as electrolyte). I’ve never actually found the fabric itself to purchase. The Goodmama herself did sell some GoodTreats on Hyenacart with MCZ included. However, I didn’t get that one so I don’t have it available to trade. That said, keep an eye on Spots’ Corner on Hyenacart as I recently saw a T-shirt/Wool combo with the MCZ print! Coming soon: Goodmama stalking tips. (Pfft. This coming from a woman who hasn’t even seen the new prints stock in the past two weeks. I think I’ve lost my mojo.)

3. Angry loud mom at kids ball parks. Of course, I’m sure you happened in because of this rant about a recent experience at PNC Park. (Which, I forgot to mention, scored us four free tickets to a game of our choosing!) As for angry loud moms at a kids’ ball game… well… I haven’t quite reached that stage of parenting yet. I do hope not to be the angry loud mom at my kids’ hypothetical ball games. Any moms of ball players wanna field this one? Because all I can come up with is: don’t hit her with a bat. Assault and battery charges aren’t worth it!

4. How can you tell if you’re allergic to cinnamon? Oh, you poor, poor searching individual. I’m sure you landed here either because your tongue swelled so big that your teeth left imprints. Or, even worse, your child’s tongue swelled in a similar fashion. That was our first clue that I had a cinnamon allergy: my tongue was swelling. And it hurt. And my teeth were leaving indentations because my tongue no longer fit in my tongue parking spot. If your breathing becomes labored, as it might if you have a true allergy, dial 911 immediately or get to the emergency room as quickly as possible. Consider downing a Benadryl if you know where it is as you’re on the way out the door. For future reference, cinnamon is in a lot of random things: tons and tons of breakfast foods, most every dessert ever (especially things containing apple and a lot of graham cracker crusts), Skyline chili (and other brands/non-brands), lots of cookies, Zwieback toast (a recent whoops of mine), barbeque sauces, the apple flavor of YoBaby yogurt (on the bottom) and other random foods. A tip, if I may: if it simply says “spices,” avoid it like the plague. You’ll thank me later. (For more on cinnamon allergies, read this blogger’s account of her tongue swelling and this page about some other symptoms.)

5. How to keep stray cats from bothering my outdoor cat. Simple. TAKE YOUR FLIPPING CAT INSIDE. Because? If your “outdoor cat” poops in my mulch ONE MORE TIME, oh, I promise… PROMISE!… I am going to catch that little bugger and take him straight to the Humane Society. He’s a pet! Take him inside! Problem solved!

And those are the top five recent searches that made me laugh out loud. Okay. Except for that last one. I wasn’t laughing. I was kind of riled up, no? Okay, and the cinnamon one just made me kind of sad because I miss things with cinnamon. And, really, the Mint Chocolate Zoo one made me kind of bummed as I haven’t been able to score one of the new prints yet. (Hi? Woodland Splendor? Or Cocoa Nouveau? And don’t you think LittleBrother could rock Charm School? Pink and green together are masculine, right?) So, really, I didn’t laugh at all of these searchers.

Come back tomorrow where I discuss something else that’s been bringing Googlers in: Wii Fit. We’ve had it just shy of a month and I would say that’s a fine amount of time to give you a good and thorough opinion. And a complaint or two. Complete with pictures. Dig it.