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I want to post that I won’t be posting much but Becca pointed out that doing this always means I post a bunch. How about this — I don’t feel like posting. I feel like writing but first I have to get an outline done.

Today I’m asking the universe for a wee bit of encouragement to know I’m on the right track. I’ve officially asked: Universe, encouragement please.

Let’s see if it works!

I go do a google search on Madison’s bio dad. There’s one particular place I can always find him and if there’s anything new, I take a screen shot so I’ll have a record of it. Because of the particulars of his life, I’m fine with having no contact with him at this point. But I sure wish I knew what he looks like. Maybe someday.

It frustrates me that he gets off scott-free in this. I look at what Jessica has gone through and anticipate what Madison will go through and I feel angry that he hasn’t had to meet any of his responsibilities.

Truthfully, I don’t think about him all that often but when I do, I get mad. I have to remind myself that he’s not representative of all first dads because it’s really easy (really really easy) to let him fuel all of my biases.

When I was 16 I dated a boy who one day said to me, “I might have a kid somewhere.” He said there was a girl he knew and then she was pregnant and he did the math and it could have been him. “But I don’t know,” he said. “I never found out.”

At the time I felt bad for him. Poor guy, not knowing whether or not he had a kid! Now I just want to kick him for being so passive about it.

This is not the case of Madison’s bio dad; passive makes him sound more interested than he was. (sigh)

The lilacs are wilting.

I made a lot of updates to Get Them Blogging — go check ‘em out! It’ll be awhile before the newsletter is launched because the script is buggy (the good programmers who know how to do these things are working on it — gotta love open source!) but I’m collecting subscriptions now.

And that is all my fun for today. Must lean nose back into grindstone.

The comments on the last post were a BIG HUGE help!!! This is what I need to do:
–Figure out how to skin drupal (it’s harder for me than messing with wordpress);
–Set up a newsletter;
–Make it clear that the reason people aren’t getting confirmations is that the GTB emails are getting stuck in spam filters (i.e., it’s NOT because your blog is “too small”!);
–Fix it so the blog is being updated (it’s updated twice since what you see on the front page but the frickin’, frackin’ drupal views are complicated things and I didn’t realize people couldn’t see it);
–Make it more clear that small blogs are very very wanted;
–Explain what page views are.

I’ll put it all on this week’s to-do list. This weekend I need to work on a new project I got assigned last week and start working on a proposal for another assignment I’m hoping to land. Normally this — and the 100 Hats — would be enough to keep me busy but with Brett home, I have time to look for more. Also this week is some networking stuff (which reminds me — I need to RSVP for a meeting). I also need to do my anti-racist parent post. What else? (Dawn taps the table and looks off into the middle distance.) There’s an essay I’m still working on because I’m the world’s slowest writer. And (middle distance again) oh well, always the never-ending work that is 100 Hats.

One thing I don’t like about gmail is that I don’t have separate email boxes anymore with filters. I really miss that; it made organization so much easier. I have a hard time keeping track of LitMama submissions and then we’re doing some organization there that’s impacting op-ed (in a good way).

Forgot I wanted to record kid stuff for the blog as baby book: We got Madison a sandbox for her birthday and I figured we’d just go find a used sandbox somewhere (because, my goodness, how many times have you seen those turtle sandboxes out on the curb?) but Brett wanted a new one. So he and Noah went to Target the night before she turned three and they came back with this Pooh Bear thing. As Brett was setting it up he told me this story.

Target has this aesthetically pleasing wooden sandbox and I wondered if Brett would be able to resist it’s siren song. He almost didn’t. He was admiring it and decided to get it but frugal Noah noticed the price and said, “Daddy, it’s a hundred dollars!” Brett said, “I know but look at how nice it is. It has a canopy. It has these little benches.” Noah shook his head and said, “That’s too much for a sandbox! You shouldn’t spend more than thirty or forty dollars!” So they got the ugly but perfectly fine Pooh one for $30.

I’m never letting Brett shop without Noah again. (My mother reports Noah does the same thing when he’s shopping with her. He’ll say, “But do we really need this? Couldn’t we get a better price?” I love that kid!)

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