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Knee Deep in Cheerios and Chocolate Milk – But Not Alone

7 Feb

I ran into one of my good friends L.M. today at Coffee Bean. I had the twins with me and as they spilled $20 worth of chocolate milk on the ground, she asked me a question that I’ve been getting a lot of lately, “Why haven’t you written anything on your blog?”
My hair stylist, the pharmacist, the UPS guy, my Dad and now my friends all want to know why I haven’t posted anything here for a few weeks. My friend said to me, “You may not know this, but your writing makes me happy, I look forward to reading it.”

It’s interesting, I never seriously thought about it that way. That by sharing my ridiculous tales about the twins and the mini-diva, that I might be making someone else feel better. When I first started publishing this blog I really had no clue who would actually read it. I did know that it was therapeutic for me and I enjoyed writing again. When I actually started to have followers and subscribers, I wanted to be flattered, but I was also sure that it was a mistake. Now, when I look at my numbers and statistics, I get it, people are actually reading my blog. Crazy!

When L.M. told me that my writing makes her happy I realized why most people read my blog (besides my parents, they have no choice) it’s because they can see that they are not alone.
I might be writing from Beverly Hills but I may as well be in Boise or Birmingham. The feelings that a Mother of small children seems to experience runs true no matter what your geographical locale might be.

I know what you’re thinking, In Boise they don’t hang out with celebrities and attend catered 1st birthday parties for 400 of the toddlers closest friends. Maybe not, but what is the same is the desire to do right by your kids. The desperate need to make them feel safe and loved. The exhaustion and frustration at the end of a tough day alone with them. The fear that everyone else got an instruction manual on parenting except you.

I haven’t written in awhile because I’ve been waiting for the perfect subject to come to mind so I could publish a witty yet heartfelt post. Despite getting to that point, I’m posting anyways. Because I’m not perfect, my writing is far from it, and it makes my friend L.M. happy.

It’s nice to be back. I missed you guys too.



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….

I Love You, I Hate You, Now Take My Picture!

13 Aug

Paparazzi are an interesting phenomenon.
As a typical Beverly Hills resident trying to get normal everyday things done, they are occasionally a pain in my ass. There are definitely thrills and perks to living in a town full of celebrities. Hordes of photographers blocking the sidewalk and scaring my kids is not one of them. It can be fun to stand in line at Coffee Bean with Heidi Klum or hang at the park with Gwen Stefani. Almost getting run over by tourist filled double-decker TMZ tour buses, not so fun.
Celebrities absolutely realize that they depend on these photographers for their livelihood. They need them to take their picture, publish it in a gossip magazine and keep that celeb in the public eye for another day. Every star knows that there are a million people waiting to take their place on the cover of the magazines and the second the Paps stop taking your picture, you are done. Despite this reality, the typical Hollywood A or B-lister runs from the Paparazzi as If they were wild dogs. Most of these guys are pretty friendly if they aren’t actively taking someone’s picture. I’ve had incidents where they have helped me lift my stroller into my trunk or hand me my coffee when my hands are full of kids.
But the moment they smell celebrity blood, the niceties go out the window. These vampires would knock my stroller into oncoming traffic trying to grab their photo op. I’m not just talking a shot of Brad Pitt or Jennifer Aniston. I’m talking trampling small children to get a picture of Tara Reid or Kathy Griffin.
It’s a game. The celebrities need their picture taken, but they run away and create a frenzy. the photographers know that in the end the person will give them at least one good printable shot. The locals pretend that we don’t see the 5 guys standing on the sidewalk with cameras pointing at us. We obviously see them and the kids most definitely spot them. By 3 years old HB knew that the group of strangers pointing cameras at her were just waiting for the actress coming out of the store right behind her.
For the most part, you get used to it. I ignore the celebrities, the Paparazzi and everything else that comes along with it.
Unless of course, Mark Ruffalo gets in line next to me at Coffee Bean, that’s a whole different story.


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