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Showing posts with label Blog Hoppers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blog Hoppers. Show all posts

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Peeved

I've noticed that my friends who don't have kids will completely STOP talking mid-sentence the very second that my gaze turns to my child. I don't mean get up, walk to the other side of the room, and attend to my child... just a quick "hey, where's my kid and what is he doing" glance.

... and I'm talking about that "oh so dramatic" paaaaause, as if they're just soooooo put out by the fact that they can't have my FULL undivided (unmultiplied?) attention. It's the passive aggressive version of "ahem, ahem" and it's twice as obnoxious.

Although, how often do you ever really have anyone's full attention- kids or no kids?

I used to work with a lady who incessantly pecked at her Blackberry during huge presentations, most of which were being given specifically for her. Presentations that often had to be repeated for her later via conference call, where she was no doubt e-mailing and IMing on the other end...

It was annoying, but did anyone ever paaaaaause in the middle until she looked up again. Nope.

Other parents seem to realize that yes, in fact, I CAN look at my son and be listening to them... at the same time no less. Perhaps it is annoying that I keep looking at my son while talking to you, but keeping an eye on him is part of the job.

Besides, what's more annoying-- making sure my son isn't destroying your house or letting my kid destroy you house while I listen oh so attentively to every last detail about that movie that you saw and I didn't...

These are usually the same childless people that constantly boast that "when THEY have kids, they will never (fill in the blank)... and those kids will be on a tight leash..." (Umm, good luck with that. Hopefully, someone else won't give you grief when you have to attend to that "leash"...)

It's a subtle (petty?) thing, but it just happens to be one of my biggest pet peeves post-parenthood.

What are some of your parenting pet peeves, Blog Hoppers? I want to hear your drunken rants!

Sunday, January 27, 2008

My Wii-kend

What, what, what? Me home on Friday and Saturday nights? Blogging? Drunk?

Yeah, so what. Apparently, I'm not alone...

As parents, we may no longer have much of a night life, but we're doing something about it. Heck yeah! Busy Dad from The Busy Dad Blog created a brilliant new group for us, "The Weekend Blog Hoppers".
...instead of hopping from bar to bar with our friends, getting buzzed, getting feely and talking cheeky, we're hopping each others' blogs...
It's blog hopping in lieu of bar hopping. You could call it a "virtual night out". I just call it F-U-N in my fuzzy pink slippers.

You can get all of the details right here .

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Okay, so with that being said... I actually went out yesterday evening.

I know. I know, but it was pretty much a huge geek-fest, so I don't know if it really ranks up there with my crazy, hazy single gal days. (May they rest in peace.)

Some friends hosted a Wii Party at their home. Just a low key night of scotch drinkin', smack talkin', and BUTT KICKIN'!

Well, until my mom and dad, who were at my house babysitting my son, called to asked if I was coming home soon...

"Yes, Mom. I'll come home now... No, no. I'm okay to drive... Yeah, you don't have to pick me up from the video game party... Thanks for baby-sitting my son."

I love the Wii, but refuse to get one since it would pretty much consume my entire life, not unlike blogging. Hmm...

As soon as I got home and put son back to bed, I was online again checking e-mail, reading my comments, hunting for content, and catching up on my Google Reader.

See, I told you. Huge geek-fest.