Flotsam / Jetsam, Social Media

Ain't no party like an Internet party

18 Comments

Ultimate Blog Party 2009It’s Ultimate Blog Party time again at 5 Minutes For Mom, which means there are lots of blogs to peruse and lots of prizes up for grabs. It also means I’m supposed to introduce myself and show you folks around a little. So crank up the soft rock — I’m listening to Billy Joel, myself — and get comfortable.

Hi. I’m Nichole. I do a little freelance writing and editing, but my main occupation is raising 3.5-year-old Poppy and 16-month-old Pete. Every now and then my husband will pop in and say something here, but he concentrates most of his energy on the kids, work, his beard and rock ‘n’ roll.

You may have assumed from the title that an Internet party doesn’t stop. Unfortunately, that isn’t entirely true. A dying laptop battery is about to throw a big ol’ wet blanket on this party. I hope you’ll click around a bit and come back soon!

Here’s the list o’ prizes I’d like:

  • I’d take a Target gift card in any denomination. Shoot-me-now (19), Agoosa (21) and Beginner Baby Blog (22) are each giving away a $50 card, Little Miss Hannah (26) is giving one worth $30 away and Mummy Deals (91) and Melissa of Full Circle (USC 56) have $25 cards up for grabs.
  • Poppy loves to help out in the kitchen. She’d love the toddler apron (28) from LoLo Craft.
  • Manic Mother (118) has a $25 Old Navy card to give away.
  • The Moms Who Think (58) are giving away a KitchenAid mixer. I already have one, but I certainly wouldn’t turn down a brand new one!
  • HG Openhouse (89) is giving away a $100 HomeGoods gift card. Um, yes please.

    • Family matters

    In which Cornell is a trickster

    5 Comments

    Oct 8 1942

    Dear dad,

    I haven’t much to say at his time.

    Except this. I have one only chance to come home and that is to get a emergency furlough. I did think I would get to come in this month. But they have made so many changes lately.

    So if you all can make some excuse for me to get a emergency furlough it would be a great pleasure to me. They will make an investigation through the red cross. So do your best to get a good one. You all know I’m going to Texas next month. So I’ve not got a long stay here. And if I don’t get to come before I go, I won’t get to come for five more months. So I guess you know how I feel. So do your best and write real soon.

    Your son,
    Cornell

    A few years ago, my mom gave me a shoebox full of old papers that her grandfather had saved. Some of them were yellowed receipts and such, but there were also quite a few letters from various family members. This is one of them. Here are some others.

    Reading

    I still don’t get the title

    3 Comments

    Clifford the Big Red Dog
    Once upon a time, the angry mommy came to the happy foods. And the happy foods screamed like this, “AAAAAHHHHH!” And the mommy was SO MAD, she was so mad, and then the food cried.

    And the toys blew away, and the angry mommy got rid of those toys and throwed them in the trash can! And everyone blew away. And they came back down, and everyone was happy. So was the happy mommy. While they were happy, they decided they wanted to play.

    The End

    Why is it called “Clifford the Big Red Dog”?
    Because that’s the title.

    But he isn’t in there anywhere.
    He is! He’s in the title. He’s the illustrator.

    Why was the mommy so mad?
    Because they yelled and screamed like this, “AAAHH, Ahhh!”

    What did the foods do to make the mommy mad?
    They throwed everything out of the house, and the parts of the house blew away, and the friends blew away, and the angry mommy blew away, and everything was all gone. And so did the people. The people looked stern also. (That means very angry.)

    Why did they look so stern?
    Because the foods are still crying, and they’re saying “No.”

    Why are they saying no?
    Because the mommy ran, ran, ran away, and she didn’t like it.

    What didn’t she like?
    She didn’t like saying no.

    Well, why did she say no?
    I don’t know. Oh! I said “no”! I must be stern.