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Here’s to the CRAZY Ones, MommyBloggers That is [wink wink]

by BethMy Three Cents15 Comments on Here’s to the CRAZY Ones, MommyBloggers That is [wink wink]

Thank you Stacie for re-pinning this quote:

Here’s to the crazy ones.
The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers.
The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently.
They’re not fond of rules.
And they have no respect for the status quo.

You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them,
disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them.
Because they change things.
They invent. They imagine.
They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire.
They push the human race forward.
Maybe they have to be crazy.

How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art?
Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written?
Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?
While some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius

~Jack Kerouac

 

Me at Liberty Park Salt Lake City, UT 2012

Thank God for Dave! And thank you for reading. This is a very self-indulgent post.
Davy and I talk all the time. I swear my thoughts change according to my hormone levels.  And Dave, well, he just goes with my flow [wink wink]. Currently, I am mid cycle.  Call me impatient, selfish or CRAZY, but I just don’t get this blog thing anymore and fighting for a space here is a lot of work, isn’t it?  My sister Brenda keeps telling me to hold my breath and see where I am at in six months. Six months is almost here and I am still not sure.

See, since I left blogging (late 2006) I see blogs; blogs I love, now rarely updated or abandoned like a broken-down, nuclear-bomb-dust-covered, post-apocalyptic building.   These are blogs I love — blogs I still want to read so I do.  I see their slow death and wonder if that is where I am headed.

Then there is this whole new world, a world where there are SO MANY blogs, Twitterfeeds, Pinterest Pins, Instagram Posts and diverse BLOGS written by a gazillion different authors. To be back in the game, I have to compete with all of this (yes, I said, compete).   I wonder (and wonder if you feel the same) if my time, effort, focus, telling you my son’s near-death stories,  writing about my crazy family, talking about my conflicting religious views, commenting on other blogs, linking to blogs, Pinning my Pins, Tweeting my Tweets, replying to other people’s Tweets, setting up business meetings, emailing Blog Organizations, well, I wonder if this effort really makes a difference, at least makes a difference anymore? In August, 2006, I could.  Can I a make a career out of blogging (September 2012)? And do I have to step in that gray-truth-adjusted-and-embellished area to climb to the top?

So I ask you, does your effort make a difference?

My answer to this question (sort of):  I hoped I could use my BLOG as a vehicle for employment. See, I thought that if people like what they read here, maybe they would pay me to say it somewhere else, or at least employ me to market someone else, (my former career was a Marketing Manager and I was really good at Marketing things).  Maybe I should write a book.  How about I write a Post Apocalyptic Vampire Nymph novel? Would you buy it?

What I see and what I have talked to Dave about is the fact that long ago I did have my Blog Ball rolling (Thanks to the LOVE and LINK share of Many). I did have an opportunity and was given more opportunities. It was pretty amazing and I just didn’t get it.  Because I was comparing myself to others, I was blind to the gifts I was given.  And then because I walked away, I threw my gifts away, so-to-speak.  Honestly, I just didn’t have the stomach for the competitive, mean-girl behavior.

It is weird. In a lot of ways I am much happier NOT BLOGGING. I do present and in the moment really well now.  I mom really well too. I do laundry really well. I am fantastic at loading a dishwasher. I clean toilets better than most.  I travel extremely well.  I drive the boys to school really well and make sure they are always doing something active.  My mom hugs aren’t so bad either. I am good. Ask Dave, I am even good at the wife things. I am actually a woman who really LIKES SEX! Come on, who could ask for more?

Only thing is that when I am offline, I kind of lose me.  What BLOGGING does is completely allow me to do something for myself and is also something that I LOVE to do (writing).

Now what to do about my blog?

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The Summary: I am NOT AN IDIOT!

by BethFamily / People I know / Where Do I belong?10 Comments on The Summary: I am NOT AN IDIOT!

. . . So now here I sit in one of the many Salt Lake City Starbucks. My boys are down in Salt Lake City attending an afternoon art class. By the way, they LOVE it! Eli is making his very own two-sided ugly doll and Kyle is making a leather snake in honor of one very special baby Copperhead. Because this post has taken months to write, here I really sit at my kitchen island. Both boys are in bed asleep, Dave is at the computer slurping down a bowl of cereal, booking flights to Mexico. Ok, here is where I really sit. I am upstairs in my office. The sun is shining on my laptop and I am laughing out loud because Busy Mom found her debit card and finding her debit card is a call for treats. All I can think about is walking to the kitchen and slicing myself a giant piece of Gluten Free Cake. It is taking every ounce of self-control to remain at the keyboard.

For the past year in fits, starts and good intentions, I have been trying to re-launch my blog. Probably the biggest set back was Kyle’s long battle with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome. I have mentioned that we almost lost Kyle and that Kyle almost lost his eyesight. His eyes still give him trouble and his immune system is still not great. Just last week he had Strep Throat, Hand Foot & Mouth and an ugly Staph Infection on his upper thigh. Our journey is not over. And today, because Kyle was in the hospital exactly one year ago, this is a very tender time for us. In the coming weeks I will share our journey. While Kyle was sick we also learned very quickly that there just is not enough information out there about Stevens Johnson’s Syndrome and its lingering effects. I hope to change that, even a little.

In June when we started to accept that Kyle was going to be ok, my body decided to crash. One day I had a sinus infection. Two weeks later I had a miserable case of Pneumonia. I have never been that afraid for my own health. When your breathing is compromised, that is so freaking scary. I decided once again that crazyus.com could wait and that I needed to get myself well.
I spent the summer doing just that.

Stevens Johnsons Syndrome
Stevens Johnsons Syndrome
Kyle's Stevens Johnson Syndrome
Kyle’s Stevens Johnson Syndrome
Stevens Johnson Syndrome
Stevens Johnson Syndrome

Look at it this way. This is my story to tell.

So of course, I am grateful. I am for those people who will always hold a big space in my heart, like my lifers like Marianne and Melanie, like my Park City bestie, Beth, and my flip-flop wearing pal, MB. Thank you!  I have learned a lot. I am light. I am dark. I am not perfect. I am grateful and happy to be at it again.

We are good, not Facebook-Status-Picture-Perfect good, but really behind-the-scenes, good. The boys are well into the school year and I am ready to rumble. For now I will leave you with a quote my friend Stacey told me earlier today after discussing how we can help our boys navigate this crazy world. It’s a little sappy and I love it! Thank you Dr. Seuss!:

“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.”

― Dr. Seuss

 

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Women Who Snub

by BethArchives / Family / Health / People I know / Travel7 Comments on Women Who Snub
FDR Memorial

Snubbed.

And by the way,

Ouch!

For me, and I am assuming most women, feeling snubbed is one of the most immediately painful reactions we ladies can have. As my husband beautifully stated, snubbing is one of the most effective ways a woman has to punish another woman. The deep sting and simultaneous hurt of someone else purposefully invalidating and rejecting us is a pain like no other.

 

To be snubbed can actually be a gift. It was for me.

Namaste.
Peace.
Huzzah!

 

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I can’t stop thinking about your Young Women’s Commemorative Plate that was purchased for you from the D.I.

by Bethmommy blogs / People I know / Travel4 Comments on I can’t stop thinking about your Young Women’s Commemorative Plate that was purchased for you from the D.I.
Me and the Lovely Julie
Me and the Lovely Julie

Sunday morning I woke up before the alarm. It was supposed to go off at 4:30 AM. After only three hours of sleepI was awake at 4:10 AM. After a long weekend of Blogher-ing, I had to get ready for my flight that was leaving San Jose at 6:24 AM. Quietly (so as not to wake anyone) I tried to focus on my face so I could actually see and hopefully wash it. Deliriously I put my clothes on. Then, I triple-checked, hugged my two hotel Blogher-hotel-mates, and was one my way. I made it to the airport. Then I promptly met my favorite Blogher attendee at the airport, got on my plane and flew home.

Julie and I visiting in the SLC
Julie and I visiting in the SLC

Then by 11:45 PM that Sunday evening, and by some wonderful twist of fate, I found myself hanging out with my new friends Julie, from the NYC, Pete, um, and his wife and my new best friend, Robin.

Me and the super awesome, Robin
Me and the super awesome, Robin

I think the most fabulous part of all is when I was finally able to meet Julie face-to-face. We met over the internet. Then magically Sunday afternoon found ourselves sitting in my living room. How crazy is that? Crazy cool, that is! Oh internet, you are opening such a completely different and most interesting world to me. Sitting with Julie seemed so natural. It does not hurt that Julie knows many of my friends. Months ago, when she and I discovered how connected we really are, all barriers delightfully (I hope) melted away. In the flesh, Julie is better than I could have ever imagined. And hey, considering this was an online meet, you and I both know that better-than-expected is a very big deal.

Partying with the Ashdowns at the Pleasure Palace
Partying with the Ashdowns at the Pleasure Palace

Then Julie did what good people do. She generously welcomed me into her amazing world (invited me to a really cool party). I remain in a state of wonderment. Alas, all I can think about these great people I have just met is:

Me and Pete. And Pete doing what politicians do: kissing babies. It's his own :)
Me and Pete. And Pete doing what politicians do: kissing babies. It’s his own 🙂

Where have you been all my life?

And then like that, the clock struck twelve and we were dragging our crazed and screaming children out of the Ashdown compound.

Thank you Julie (even though you actually live far far away), you and your gorgeous rockstar friends, make me feel close.

 

 

 

 

 

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No, I have not started another blog somewhere else.

by BethArchives / My Three Cents
Salt Lake City, Utah -- Copyright CrazyUs.com
Salt Lake City, Utah — Copyright CrazyUs.com

My sister called me this weekend wondering why I haven’t posted lately and then asked if I had a secret blog somewhere else. I don’t. Life has just been crazy weird.

If you are still stopping by to check on CrazyUs, thank you! I am getting Kyle off to school and then I can write some more. I promise.

I have also received your emails over the last weeks and I am working on responding. Thank you for your wonderful words of comfort and for your crazy questions. The world is filled with so many cool people. Thank you for being patient with me.

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