Midnight Musings {7QT}


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Apparently there is a cat-fight-trying-hard-not-to-be-a-catfight in the Catholic mommy blogger world.  Do you like your mommy blogs upbeat and shiny happy perfect?  Or do you like Catholic Mom Doomsday blogs (phrase courtesy of Kendra)?  I prefer my blogs a bit on the doomsday side, but I reserve the right to be annoyed by whomever I want.

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On a related note, Rosie makes the simple yet oft-forgotten (by me!) point that if you don’t like it you don’t have to read it.  I need to have this engraved on all my web-browsing devices.

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And although her blog is the shiny happy perfect type that I ordinarily don’t like to read so much, I was so touched by Sheena’s post here.  You go on being you!

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Speaking of people being themselves, another topic making the rounds is the Myers-Briggs personality test.  There are several freebies floating around the internet.  The first one I took said I’m an INTJ, which puts me in good company with Vlad Putin.  Apparently, very very few women have this personality type and I was feeling pretty psyched about my bad self.  Then I took another one and it said I am an ISTJ, which is more common, and makes me more like Scully from the X-Files, and this is less exciting.  And then I looked at this quick version, and I wonder if I am a “F” rather than a “T” because all of these “F” qualities apply, I think:

  • Kind
  • Closer to “bleeding heart” than “ice in the veins”
  • Sensitive to criticism
  • Emotional reaction to conflicts
  • Want to be seen as warm, sensitive and sincere
  • Compassion above truth.

I’m nice!  Really I am!

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And all this is a sign that I really need to go to bed.

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My brother has been visiting for a few days, and he is just a peach.  He watches the girls while I nap, does the dishes, watches the girls some more, does some more dishes, watches the girls some more while I nap again.  (I don’t see my siblings nearly enough and somehow I nap away half of our visits, even visits with a sister I haven’t seen in over a year.)

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I did an elimination diet of sorts for Girl 2 and re-introduced wheat two days ago (background hereand here, if you are interested).  No sign of a reaction.  Her eczema has not reappeared.  This is how I feel at this point:

HOmer head exploding

Have a good weekend! Thank you, Jen at Conversion Diary, for hosting today’s yesterday’s link up!

 

Sponsored Posts Poll, SPIDERS, and (Non) Sexy Shoes {7QT}

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This past week, for the first time, I got offers to do “sponsored posts,” where a merchant sends me a product for free in exchange for my writing a post about it. Up until now, all I’ve gotten are requests for free publicity (which, by the way, I ignore).

I’m $0.99 in the hole for this blog, having bought an iPhone picture editing app. If you count the hours and hours I spend, calculated at my rate as an attorney, I am definitely thousands and thousands in the hole. That’s probably not an accurate calculation because even if I didn’t blog I probably wouldn’t do more legal work than I am now. Still, it would be nice to make some $ for my time. Also, I’d eventually like to upgrade my blogging platform and get rights to “thisfelicitouslife.com” without the pesky “wordpress” in there. But that has a price.

So yeah, it would be nice to make a little moolah, or at least free stuff. I kind of agree with Grace that “if you can make some mascara money off of your blog . . . that’s great.” Of course if she makes mascara money, I’m looking at . . . bubble gum ball money. But that’s okay, I like bubble gum.

**Updated**

WordPress don’t ‘low no sponsored posts ’round here/

WordPress don’t ‘low no sponsored posts ’round here/

We don’t care what wordpress don’t ‘low/

We’ll do those sponsored posts any- . . .

Uh, no, actually, I won’t.  No sponsored posts for me.  Never mind.

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So, I guess you can see which way I’m leaning. Still, I ask you, as an academic matter:

On a related note, this article “Ten Things That Make Your Blog a Hot Mess,” has some good tips, I think.

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I went spider egg hunting Thursday.

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We have (what seems to me) an infestation in our basement. A dead black widow showed up in front of my washing machine last year. Scared the crap out of me. I called the exterminator, who looked around and said, basically, “You don’t have a real problem. Don’t waste your money hiring me to spray.” I appreciated the honesty. Gotta love a small town, family-run business.

Also, I called the pediatrician before the exterminator, to ask about the toxicity of having the basement sprayed. The dr. said not to bother, because we probably have “tens of thousands” of black widows in our yard.

*Gulp*

So fortunately this year all I’ve seen are HUGE ugly wolf spiders and various other non-black widows. But still, they don’t belong in my basement.

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Girl 1 had a little friend over a few weeks ago. They were playing in our basement/toy room area and saw a spider. I was busy (blogging) and didn’t feel like getting off my tush, traipsing downstairs, and killing a spider for them. Theys saw it; they weren’t about to touch it. Even if it were poisonous, it’s not like it was going to attack them.

Anyway, Girl 1’s friend said, “At my house, my daddy always kills spiders.”

Me: “Does your daddy get up from what he’s doing and go downstairs and kill them every time you see one?”

Little friend: *Pause* “Umm, we don’t really have spiders at my house.”

Good for you.

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On Tuesday I made the girls Play-Doh (again!), using a different recipe by following this video (which Girl 1 enjoyed watching over and over). They girls played with it and ate it. I wasn’t worried because it’s non-toxic. I fondly remember the super-salty taste of the play dough my mom made years ago for me. But then . . . .

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Girl 2’s eczema flared up again, a little. Oh yeah, homemade playdough is made with flour which has, duh, gluten . . . .

Her eczema still comes and goes since then. Is it remnants of the playdough in her system? Is it tomatoes (those definitely affect her somewhat)? Pineapple? Apples? Dairy? Eggs? Is her skin just sensitive to everything?

I kind of wish I were not so overeducated or of a different generation, so I could just feed her Kraft Mac N’ Cheese and red KoolAid with a clear conscience. But I’m not. So I can’t. So I don’t.

I’m trying to keep her on a limited diet for the next few days, sticking with foods I’m sure are safe, to try and pinpoint the irritants. But it’s hard to do with Ms. Picky around as the big sister.

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Anyway, enough kvetching. Good news: my ugly sandals are chic! Christina Binkley of the Wall Street Journal says so! Apparently, my sandals say “I am woman. Hear me shout: My feet are happy.” Boo-yeah. Or at least, they almost are chic. Turns out, my sandals should be comfortable without being “actual comfort shoes.” Whatev, Ms. Binkley. What. Ev.

Have a good weekend! Thank you, Jen at Conversion Diary, for hosting today’s yesterday’s link up!