Category: My Life

Clogs-N-More

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, originally uploaded by MaggieMason.

Me: More?
Melissa: What else is there?
Me: In my day, clogs were enough. We knew who we were.
Melissa: You walk in, and it’s something random. Like puppies.
Me: And lightbulbs. Clogs, puppies and lightbulbs. It’s not intuitive, but it really works out.
Melissa: People love it!
Me: I’m telling you, we cannot keep the puppies in stock.

Except for That One Time in Tijuana

Our arms are full of bags, there are plastic bags hanging from our elbows, our wrists, our fingertips. We climb aboard the elevator, watch the doors close, and pause uncomfortably for a moment. I look at the buttons, at Melissa, back at the buttons. Then I lean forward and press our floor button with my nose.

I straighten back up.

“That may be the most unsanitary thing I’ve ever done.”

Heading Over the Pass

Me: Shit. It’s dark.
Melissa: I know! And the banks are super high. Do they just have enormous plows?
Me: Yeah.
Melissa: And it’s totally deserted. This is so strange.
Me: I’m cool. I’ll just consume your flesh while I wait for rescue.
Melissa: Yeah, which part should you start with?
Me: Which limb do you use least?
Melissa: Help arrives like minutes later, and you’re hunched over my body.
Me: I’m like, “Whaa?”
Melissa: OK. So it’s true we just had dinner, but I was nervous!
Me: I felt anxious!
Melissa: Don’t judge me!

Hillary

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I voted in the California primaries yesterday, because I’ll be out of town for the big day. To be honest, it was a tough decision for me, because I’m pretty thrilled with the choices. Clearly, no matter whether Hillary or Obama wins, I’ll be especially proud to vote Democratic this year.

In the end, I decided to vote for Hillary in the primaries because I think she’ll be better able to hit the ground running. Lord knows our country can use every day of reasoned leadership we can get. Also, as my friend Sara said, I’d be disappointed in myself if our country finally managed to elect the first Madame President and I didn’t do everything I possibly could to help get her there.

I know a lot of you guys are in California, so please take advantage of your chance to help whomever you think is most worthy. It’s going to be a good year.

Bloggies!

Mighty Girl has been nominated for a Lifetime Achievement Bloggie, and it’s kind of knocking me for a loop. It feels awesome, but strange, to have my name up there with sites that are so much bigger than mine–and the past winners are a nostalgic list of the blogs I’ve admired and adored over the years.

Of course, I’m pretty grateful whenever I’m nominated for anything. I know how many people work so hard on their sites without any recognition at all, and sometimes without even a handful of readers to cheer them on. Lately, it feels like I have a whole stadium.

All of you, by just showing up to read what I’ve written, have inspired me to keep writing here for almost eight years. Because of you, I have a near daily record of some of the happiest years of my life. So thank you.

Please head over and vote for your favorite Bloggie nominees, because recognition is delicious. These are a few of the sites I’m rooting for:

Dooce for any one of her six(!) nominations. It’s nice when someone so talented is also so motivated to work her ass off.

NaBloPoMo for Best Community Blog. Eden’s simple, brilliant idea to get us all posting every day for the month of November.

Not Martha for Best Art or Craft Blog. Megan is passionate about details, and I bookmark several of her links every week.

3hive for Best Music Blog. It’s the Mighty Goods of music.

Twitter for Best Web Application. Makes far-away friends seem like they’re in the same city.

First World Problems

Like when you get your chai latte? And it’s all super sweetened instead of all spicy and delicious? Even now, you can hear my thighs stretching to contain the four tablespoons of sugar in the single sip I just took.

Off to watch some back episodes of “The Hills.”

Home Again, Home Again

We’re back, and still feeling a little akimbo. That may be because Hank keeps waking up at 3:30 a.m. While I pull the photos and tips and ideas I have in various notebooks, you should see this video Bryan made of Hank freaking out over a red ball. This baby guy is a totally awesome baby guy: