Skip to main content

Metablogging

Blogging about blogging, that is.

I used to have a blog that was my very own domain. But then I got tired of paying for it when I could have a very similar one for free, and I started using this Blogger blog. David saved my old blog (about 3 years' worth) on a hard drive and it sat around for the past three years. I kept bugging him to have it made into a book for me. I would say things like, "You know there are programs that are really easy (or so I hear) where you just send it and they put it into a book for you." Well finally he gave in to my nagging, but some pre-programmed template is not good enough for Dave Harper, Designer Extraordinaire. He laid out the book page-by-page (yes, all three years' worth). And I got it for Christmas. Joy! It's hardbound and has chapters and everything.


Reading it has been so much fun, seeing pictures of the kids when they were so little (and wondering how on earth did I keep my sanity in that phase of life?! Oh right, I didn't...). But it's also made me want to be better about blogging, and especially about photographs. I take a ton of photos with my phone, and they are decent. I just need to be in a better habit of uploading them and blogging about things we do. 
I guess that's going to be my resolution for 2013 - to blog at least once a week. Even the mundane - because in this book, the mundane posts are my favorite! 

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

My Abortion & When I Used Planned Parenthood

I don't post much political stuff on this blog or even on Facebook. I figure, people have political opinions based on their own values and their own experiences, and reading someone else's will rarely change anything. I am, however, deeply disturbed by the way a particular issue is playing out in American politics right now, and so in addition to this blog post, I am sending letters and photographs to all of my elected officials to ask them to consider all angles of a topic rather than listening to one very vocal group who views all abortions as pure evil.

First, I have been a patient of Planned Parenthood in the past. As an uninsured college student and even un- and under-insured newlywed in my early 20s, a trip to the gynecologist for an annual exam plus a monthly prescription for birth control would have been far outside my financial means as I worked (sometimes part-time, often full-time) while going to school. Planned Parenthood's sliding fee scale meant I could have …

Aw, snap! (goes Truman's arm)

We didn't get any calls for foster placements for several weeks. It was starting to bother me - why not us? Then I saw on our local foster parent Facebook group a woman asking for respite care for her three little ones for a weekend. I could do that! She and I made arrangements to meet Friday at 3:30 after I picked up Lucy from school and we'd have the kids through Sunday afternoon, then Dave and I would be leaving to go see U2 and Beck in Indianapolis for MY BIRTHDAY.

Friday was going along just fine, and I had just gotten my purse and keys out so I could be ready to leave in a minute to pick up Lucy and the little foster kids. Jacinda was napping and Penny was playing on the computer. Truman had been jumping on the trampoline for about fifteen minutes. Suddenly, Truman screamed.

Not a 'ouch' scream.

The kind of scream that kicks your parental instinct into overdrive and you drop everything you are doing to run to the aid of that screaming child.

I went out the back d…

love that has nowhere to go

Several months ago, someone shared with a card that said, "Grief is love with nowhere to go." As I've thought of that over and over again, I believe it is entirely true. Grief is not just sadness or depression. It's a constant presence of dark despair. It's a feeling of wanting to speak to or hold someone who just isn't there, and there seems no possible way to alleviate it in any other way. It leads to disturbing impulses like to dig up my baby's grave so that I can hold him again, or long for death so I can be with him again. The love needs a place to go.

Another thing I have thought about often is "For me, to live is Christ." I heard this on a song on the radio one day and didn't understand what it meant. I came home and googled the phrase - it's from Philippians - where Paul is writing and telling people that whether he lives or dies, Christ is glorified. He says (I am paraphrasing) that he would prefer to die because he'd be wit…