Dana: March 2010 Archives


Sunday was Liam's 9th birthday. Nine. Almost a decade. In ten years he'll be nineteen. The downside of having children at a relatively young age is that even if you are younger that most of their friends' parents, it doesn't matter. It's almost unfair.

His birthday fell on a very discomforting day, with the passage of an unpopular bill that will do some unflattering things to small businesses like Chris's, a silly bill that ties health insurance to employment instead of empowering the people and giving it as a tax credit to the people so that they can get the best price for themselves on an open, competitive market. I mean hail, how much do you think toilet paper would cost (to say nothing of the quality) if there was only Government Brand X toilet paper as opposed to having Charmin, Angel Soft, and whatever else compete for the best quality and lowest price?

It's a ridiculous analogy and you get it and I don't mean to blow politics up your butt, but if you want more you can go here.


More importantly, my baby. He opens doors for ladies regularly and is big enough to do it. He opens my car door for me. I want a thank you note from his future wife because whoever she is, YOU SO OWE ME. Liam is an unbelievable gentleman.

We went into the Sprint store the other day to have battery pads put into my Pre. While there, one of the employees recognized us from our previous visit only a month ago to pick up car chargers and recounted for us a story about what Liam did the last time we were there:

The last time we were there, there also was another customer, a man in uniform, a soldier, fresh off a tour in Afghanistan, along with his mother. He was there upgrading his service. Liam, without any prompting from anyone, walked over to him, saluted him, and thanked him for his service. The man's mother began to cry and thanked him. The soldier saluted back and Liam wandered back to where Chris and I were, standing at the service counter talking to the Sprint reps, totally oblivious to what just happened. Liam didn't tell us but every single employee and all the other customers in that store saw him do it.

We heard about it during the last visit. I cannot tell you how it swells my heart with love and pride for a boy to do something like that, and not think it so out of the ordinary that he has to tell his parents. It's a blessing to hear about your child's good behavior and manners from someone else. You know that what you're doing is sticking and that they're of strong enough character to do it without you being around or without accolades .

That's his character. I don't know what I did right (isn't parenthood such trial and error?) but that gives me both a bit more confidence in my ability as a mother and a lot of thankfulness for such a soft-hearted soul that is my son.

Happy birthday Liam.

Yes, I do Wear That Apron

Because someone asked on Facebook.

Some time ago we shot a commercial for HP for their premiere printer that does a lot of things and is easy enough for kids to use. That it is black and shiny also appeals to my materialistic aspect, but that's beside the point.

I don't really want to tell you that I was making mac and cheese because it appears in the video that I may be doing something way more awesome, like simmering some hard-to-make sauce. All the artwork on the wall was done by Liam, some of it is prize-winning. /mombrag

(Ugh, my hair.) 

It's Alive

Oh hi! How are you? I am SWELL.

Between erecting a mini-studio in my home for PJTV, working on a project, hitting Dallas, Nashville, and D.C. for some things, my radio show moving to a prime-time daypart, television stuff, homeschooling, children, laundry, my non-cooperative hair, I've had to take a couple of weeks to adjust, thus this brief sabbatical.

Also, I discovered NUTELLA.

I was up until midnight last night smearing the contents of a second jar (in a week) all over a graham cracker. I don't even like hazelnuts (I think) but as this is mostly chocolate, it doesn't matter.

Some things:

It's spring and I just realized that I have a faux-evergreen garland strand still wrapped around my deck. Class!

One of the lights I'm to use for my segments is some light called a Kino Flow or whatever and our Emmy-winning director-of-photographer friend is salivating over it. It's a light that costs over $800 and I'm still waiting for someone to explain to me how using a lamp aimed at my face is any different.

Liam turns nine, n-i-n-e- years-old this weekend. Nine. My baby.

I'm speaking here on March 27th.

I'm drinking a beer. Right now. As I type. Because it's St. Pat's day and I'm part Irish. If I don't, some Irish people will come and take my laminated card away.

More soon.  

The R Word

The latest over at Momversation, inspired by the trifecta of Rahm Emmanuel, Sarah Palin, and Rush Limbaugh:

My whole thing is this: I don't like assigning value to inanimate objects. Words, guns, asparagus, whatever. It gives the person a free pass on responsibility and intent. Motives, actions, not the tools is where the scrutiny lies. Also, I hate political correctness. In an edited-out portion of what I recorded, I mentioned that the word "retard" was never intended to be used as a pejorative and how people should take back such words with benign beginnings instead of allowing cruel people to use them against others; rather than give up the right to use those words as they way in which the word was intended. Doing so sends a message to the community and it sends a message to those who would bully any community.

What I dislike even more than political correctness, though, is intentionally hurting someone else.  

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