Work: October 2008 Archives

Meat and taters

It's my second time at-bat over at Blogher. My first post was a woolen mittens introduction; this is some serious meat and potatoes politicking. I am trusting those who are of a different political persuasion to be cool because there is nothing on this earth that annoys me more than

1. Drunk sorority girls
2. Hillbilly narrow-mindedness
3. People who freak out and lose their minds when a contrary political opinion is before them

Numbers two and three are sort of interchangeable, I realize that. Just don't be either of them. Personally, I think it's kind of bullsh*t that I have to wring my hands at how much crap I'll get when others speak freely with no repercussions. However, I refuse to apologize for my opinions. It's called a free world. Deal.

Miles to go before we sleep


I was up yesterday morning before the sun. After a full day of Liam's classes, playgroup, work, and laundry, I was exhausted. Usually fall energizes me; yesterday I crumpled into a heap on the sofa with the boys, snacked on the leftover roast and vegetables from the previous day, and watched every spooky and fairytale movie we could find in the big steamer trunk that holds all our DVDs.


Later there was an accident at Chris's building. He's OK, the building is OK, it was a bit scary though and when he finally slipped in next to me underneath the sheets last night he smelled like smoke and cables. The studio is to open in a matter of days now and he's been working 'round the clock to make it happen. As a result, the boys haven't seen much of him; we haven't seen much of each other. I went away from my computer yesterday afternoon and when I returned I was a little shocked at the gluttony of my inbox. The other night I let the boys stay up to a late hour they've never before seen because I wanted company, their company. It was nice, albeit selfish. Unfortunately, late nights like that make my comfortable bed seem more inviting in the afternoon hours. If I nap now though, the boys will stage a coup.  

(*In the meantime, take a moment to check out this post on large families and the phenomena of celebrity baby adoption for Mama Pop.).

The black sheep and a new pasture

My introductory post is up now over at Blogher. A year ago I would have hesitated to accept their invitation to be so open about politics out of fear that people would throw produce at me or something, but more and more I'm resigning myself to the reality that there are a lot of people and ideas in this world and darn it all to heck, we should be able to exchange ideas and still get along and if not, then wah. There exist others out there who can and will and those are the folks with whom I want to party.

I don't have take a deep breath with this stuff when I'm on air; I do when I write it though. I find this disparity humourously intriguing.

Anyway, please to enjoy and be kind. Thanks to the Blogher ladies for welcoming me.


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Remember when I said that my entire wardrobe is black and gray? I wasn't exaggerating.


I'm loving this designer, particularly this.


Also loving stripes. (Really just photographing the vintage petticoat. Sorry.)

This is one of the most brilliant and beautiful posts I've read/heard in quite some time.


The boys picked me a bunch of lavender from the backyard; I dried it and set it on top of the cupboard in the dining room; it smells like the best perfume.

I also have two new gigs:

I'm joining the lovely ladies over at Blogher as a contributing editor in politics and news posting once a week; I'm also writing a new monthly homeschooling column over at Imperfect Parentbeginning next month. So when I'm not here or on air, I'm over yonder.

Tip me to some of your cool finds or inspiration in the comments.

Money-saving neurosis

Let me show you it.

I've contributed over at the ever-amazing Alphamom today for the spankin' new "Alphamom Guide to Everything (in five easy steps!)." It's a handy compilation of usable advice in short form comprised by some cool wimmins of the Web.

Now go read about how there's no shame in buying Mountain Holler instead of Mountain Dew.

So yesterday my PD calls and is all "Hey, so you interested in riding in the Sarah Palin motorcade and rolling with the press corps all day tomorrow?" and I'm all, "Did you not know who you hired when you offered me a job at your station?" and he was all "Great! It's settled!"


And then I was happy.


And then there was a period of time when I wasn't so happy because I had several different people telling me several different things, one of which was "No, you can't come, but you can stand and wave at the airport and then we'll see you at the rally afterwards."


But me being who I am, which is irrationally tenacious, I'm back on the motorcade and will be rolling with people way above my league for the majority of tomorrow. Were I not so naive perhaps I'd be nervous. But I'm not! I'm a person! And they're all people, too! And we all put our pants on one leg at a time!


"I put my pants on just like the rest of you -- one leg at a time. Except, once my pants are on, I make gold records."


Shut up, fake Bruce Dickenson.


One of them told me that there wasn't anything to cover at that time but hi, riding along with the VP candidate on the way to a historic debate with the potential to fire off one question or glean something from the corps? I disagree. The Midwest McCain campaign director called me a bit ago to confirm the above and I went all classic talk radio with "LISTEN TO ME OVERSHARE! I can talk for FOREVER!" and when we I were was done talking she literally said "Oookay!"


Ohmyword I wish I were joking. But I'm not! Story of my life! Invite me to your parties!


I'm terrified that I'll get to the airport and Secret Service will tackle me or something and put a hole in my leggings. That I am wearing. With a nice long sweater and boots. Because I get cold and it's going to be a long day. Or that all the news hounds in their suits who chase the trails daily will laugh at me. The anxiety level is right up there with my first day of kindergarten.


The following day we're guests at a fundraiser dinner with President Bush. I'm not joking. When I get nervous I tend to prattle on with never-ending conversation to the point where the people listening want to die. It's a diversion from my nervousness. I am a master strategist.

Don't worry; I've a journalism background, so getting it together and plowing ahead and sticking recording devices in people's faces is not unfamiliar territory for me.I sound dramatic because it's late and I took a nighttime sinus pill. Kittens with eyepatches are circling my head.


I'll be on air early tomorrow morning and covering the debate tomorrow night in some capacity for the station. I'll also be on Twitter tomorrow if you want to follow along. 

So, after spending my entire morning in the hot mess that is Wash U and seeing firsthand the MASSIVE amount of problems they're having with credentialing; listening to some big wig from NBC scream out a volunteer because he flew in from New York and his creds had gotten messed up; hearing volunteers complain about loose security and the severity of the massive credentialing screw up; seeing that my name wasn't listed on the pool list; and realizing that while I may be in the motorcade, I wouldn't be able to get off the press bus as my particular creds only extended so far. As Palin is not taking any questions before the debate, I decided that I'm not going to sit on a press bus for five hours with no wifi and unable to make a phone call, because the signals will be jammed, just to say that I was in the motorcade. I would see her exit her plane and get in her limo and that's it. No chance to ask a question.

I'll be on air doing pre-debate from 7-8pm and at the rally tonight, but to say that I'm aggravated is perhaps, the understatement of the year. I rearranged not only my schedule, but Chris and the boys' schedules for this. Liam is missing Spanish. I didn't even get to see them off before they went to their grandparents and I won't see them again until tomorrow evening. I am very uncomfortable with that. One of the reasons I have my work, my living, situated the way I do is so that I can put parenthood first. I failed on that today and it upsets me and pisses me off because running around chasing this stuff and being jerked around is a candle to the roaring fire that is the importance of my kids.

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