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Do Not Call Me A Mommy Blogger.

21 Oct

I had the chance to get out of town last weekend. All by myself. Yes, really.

There was a Conference for Women Blogger’s called Bloggy Boot Camp happening in Las Vegas. http://www.bloggybootcamp.com/ It’s put on by these fantastical women known as the SITS girls in different locations all over the country. I was invited to by my friend Alexandra of Beverlyhillsmom.com and pretty much everything she does is fabulous, so I said yes before even asking the husband. Oops. As it turned out he was totally supportive and sent me on my way. Even though he knew that the car is a scary place to be when I am unleashed on the open road. I have a tendency to listen to extremely
loud music and drive, well, let’s just say, I like to go fast.
All I really needed to hear was Vegas-Alone-Information about writing-Vegas-Alone, and I was so there!
It was a whirlwind of a weekend. I learned more in one day about the business of blogging than I have in the entire 8 months or so that I have been actually blogging. Throw in the dancing on the roof top of the Palms Hotel until 3am and it was a phenomenal trip. Ideal actually, I got to meet savvy and inspiring women who I learned oodles of information from. Then, I got to get stiletto’ed up, down cocktails and dance the night away. If I could find a way to fit my kids and husband into that equation, it seems like the perfect balance.

What I learned in Vegas last weekend: (besides the fact that in Vegas it’s never too early to smoke a cigarette or drink alcoholic concoctions by the yard)

1. Quite a few people who are not from Southern California think that I am joking when I say that I am from Beverly Hills and write a blog called 90210mom.com. I was asked more than once at the conference if I was REALLY REALLY from Beverly Hills. The second question I was usually asked was, do you know any celebrities.

2. Blogging is a serious Business and these Women mean business. I started blogging as a creative outlet. Well, that and because my Facebook posts were just getting way too long. Some of these ladies purely blog to make moolah and make it they do! I met women who became the sole providers for their family and then some. Their blogs have multiple editors, assistants, sponsors, campaigns, you name it, these blogs had it.

3. “The company you keep will determine the trouble you meet.”
Laurie Turk of www.tipjunkie.com
I’m thinking about tattooing these words of wisdom to my children’s foreheads. It applies in the business world and lord knows it travels in the social world.

4. “The loudest voice is just loud, not right.” also said by speaker Laurie Turk. I get opinion after opinion of unsolicited gems about my blog. Some folks are adamant about what I should or shouldn’t be writing. I am usually good at blocking the voices out. Occasionally someone gets to me and I ask myself, what am I doing? But what Laurie said rang so true to me. Noise is just noise, and everyone is entitled to an opinion. If you don’t like my blog then don’t read it. If you can do it better, do it.

5. I have been underestimating the power of Twitter.

6. Fake it till you make it – applies to the business of blogging just as much as it does to being a Mom. When I left the hospital with my first newborn baby I felt like an imposter pretending to be a real Mom. But I went through the motions until it felt real and eventually, I was a real live Mommy.

7. Profanity has consequences. I swear quite a lot in my daily conversations. I actually don’t find profanity that offensive. Apparently, the rest of the world does. So I need do be careful when and if I use it in my blog.

8. The last and probably most important thing I learned was that just because I am a woman and a Mother it does not mean that I work for free. I have value and if I am bringing money to you and your business than honey, it’s gonna cost you some money.



Comments always welcome, even LOUD ones….

Wear A Helmet – What Would Bon Jovi Do?

17 Jul

Apparently I have been out of the roller skating loop a very long time. I found out today that kids at roller skating and ice skating rinks all wear helmets and protective gear these days. As a mother, I should be all for it, the safer the better. As a girl who grew up at the Orange County rinks, I feel like its the end of an era.

When I was 11 years old my Dad used to drive a big group of us in his crazy looking RV called “The Zimmer” to the ice rink in Costa Mesa on Saturday nights. It was the absolute highlight of our preteen lives. None of us had discovered sex, alcohol or drugs yet and we just wanted to skate and listen to Pirate Radio. I had however discovered boys, one boy in particular and I was convinced it was true love. Every week when the lights dimmed and it was time for the couples skate all I wanted was for him to pick me to hold hands with and whirl around the rink. I remember the day he first picked me, Love Bites by Def Leppard was blasting and he asked me to skate. I thought my heart was going to melt the ice.

Now, when I think back to that magical moment and imagine myself wearing a helmet, elbow pads and knee pads, it just doesn’t seem the same.
I know first hand that sports are dangerous. I broke my arm on a dirt bike, my ice skating, and chipped my tail bone roller skating, all before I even hit my teens. Could all of my injuries have been prevented if I was wrapped in bubble wrap? Probably. What if I just stayed indoors all together? Most definitely. But I wouldn’t have learned that I can try something, get really hurt and survive.

Of course, I know what some of you might be thinking, “So we should all expose our kids to brain damage and mortal danger so they can learn a lesson?” I’m not exactly saying that. I guess what I’m saying is that there has to be some wiggle room for kids to fall and get up on their own.
When my kids play sports they will definitely wear the recommended safety gear. When my kids run outside to play with their friends I won’t be the Mom following behind with an umbrella to shade them from the sun so they don’t get a sunburn.

All of my broken bones have healed and I’m pretty sure both the ice rink and roller rink are long gone. The experiences are still there for me to remember, lean on, and smile about.


When Mel Gibson shows up, it’s time to go home.

20 May

I hereby swear to abstain from over consumption of alcohol for the rest of eternity. I went out last night with the single ladies and let’s just say this very married Mommy can’t party like she used to.  I’ve been out of the scene for so long that I forgot the rules. Like, always eat something before drinking. Or to drink a glass of water to match every cocktail you consume. The one about not mixing types of alcohol, forget about it. Unfortunately, I didn’t play by the rules last night and now I am paying the price.

It had been a rough day with the kids, TR had dumped yet another Horizon milk box on her head in the Coffee Bean and then had a hissy fit when I wouldn’t buy her a new one. Does this kid think I’m a moron? You just sprayed three dollars worth of milk into your eyes and and all over your clothes in a matter of seconds and you want me to stage a repeat?  JH Houdini’ed from his stroller and was two seconds from heading into traffic on Beverly Drive before I even noticed he had escaped. I thought tourists were going to take my picture so they could show people back home just how terrible the parents in Beverly Hills are.

I just wanted to be out somewhere where strollers and sippys were unwelcome. I needed to be out of this house, away from these kids and wearing a shirt that said Dry Clean Only. I love my kids, I live for my kids, I obsess over my kids and about once I need to forget that I have them. The night started out innocently enough, a glass of wine at a friend’s house and some girl talk, ahhh this is nice. Then we headed over to BOA on Sunset, the fact that it’s on Sunset Blvd should have been my first clue to not go there. There should be a uterus check before you enter The Sunset Strip, and if you’ve had kids you should not be allowed up there past 10pm. Nothing good happens on Sunset after 10pm, ever, except  maybe some weddings at The Beverly Hills Hotel. I settled into my swanky love seat by the fire pit and the drinks just kept coming. To put all this in perspective, my husband and I are pretty much teetotalers. We will maybe have a cocktail on date night once a month but that’s about it. So you can imagine where my alcohol tolerance lies compared to my wild and free friend. I can say at this point in the night I had lost track of my drink total and I forgot to order myself Dinner, yes I swear I have a College Degree. The night concluded with an odd encounter with Mel Gibson where I’m pretty sure I invited him for a tour of The Museum of Tolerance, but that’s a different story.  At 2am I found myself on the bathroom floor thanking GOD that the floor was tile and not carpet because wow it felt good. I learned my lesson, and I will be staying in for awhile.

Why has this upstanding moral Mother of 3 shared her story of drunken stupidity with you? As a teaching guide:

1. Always eat before you drink.

2. My Dad was right when he said that Midnight is a good curfew for everyone.

3. Just because I had a rough day with the kids doesn’t mean I need to go all Tara Reid and everything.

4. Sky High Heels feel like hush puppies when you’ve had a few too many.

5. just because you can’t taste the vodka doesn’t mean it’s not in there.

6. Morning sickness and a hangover feel almost identical, except with morning sickness you get a human when it’s over.

7. Meditation and Yoga is the new Red Bull and Vodka.


Thoughts? Comments? Should I have told you this? Are you judging me?

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