I’ve Got Vine and It’s Fine

So I know that I haven’t been in this space much. This ‘ole blog and me have kind of grown apart.

I’m not sure yet if the relationship can be fixed or not. Don’t worry I am still writing…. more on that later.

Also, I have a bad case of ‘Social Media killing the Blogging Star’. I don’t post much here but I am all over Twitter, Instagram, (sometimes Facebook) and Vine.

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Don’t know what Vine is? Well, it’s video app that you can get for your phone where you can make 6 second videos that loop. I love it. It’s another media for me to be able to spew my random thoughts and give you a chance to ‘see’ me doing so.

I thought it would be fun for me to make a compilation of all Vines that I made in September (with a couple Instagram videos in there too). You know, in case you missed them or just want to see my hilarity again.

See, isn’t awesome? I bet you can’t wait until next month’s compilation because there will be a next month’s compilation.

And if you’d like to see some of the funniest Vines from the app for the month of September, check out this YouTube video.

This post is part of Mama Kat’s Vlogging Workshop.

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*if you can’t see my video click here*

 

Blogging Old School

So sometimes, it’s fun to just answer some random questions. That’s right, it’s an old school blogging meme. Yeah, I said meme… like 2008 meme. Here we go…

Where were you ten years ago?


Mmm… ten years ago. Well, it was 2003 and I was fresh out of school working as a new Critical Care nurse and I was a newlywed. So I had one thing on my mind… Put a baby in my belly! So where was I ten years ago?! Probably at home trying to think of different ways to get my new husband to have sex with me so that we could make a baby… when I wasn’t working at the hospital or watching Charmed and sleeping in, of course.

What 5 things are on your to-do list?

  1. Paint my bathroom – this has been on my list for about a year
  2. Win lottery – this has also been on my list for a very long time and would be helped greatly if I actually played the lotto
  3. Find a way to stop boob sweat
  4. Perform on stage
  5. Make a pizza

What 5 snacks do you enjoy?

  1. Food
  2. Salty food
  3. Sweet food
  4. Gourmet food
  5. Food

Name some things you would do if you were a millionaire.

*sings* “I wanna be a millionaire so freaking bad…” sorry that song just played. It’s like my computer and music are linked and know what I am thinking. Freaky.

Where was I? Oh yes… if I were a millionaire what would I do?

  1. Buy a private jet so that I could fly all over the country (and world) visiting all my friends in the computer. Surprise! It’s me… let’s hang out and play.
  2. Buy more things.
  3. Donate things like money to charity.
  4. Hire a house cleaner and a dinner maker
  5. And fine, I’d be responsible and pay off debt and make a college fund for my kids.

Name some places you’ve lived.

  1. Dorm
  2. Parents house
  3. Dorm
  4. Rental house
  5. Boyfriend who became husband’s house

Name some bad habits you have.

I don’t have any bad habits, I am practically perfect in every way expect for my sarcasm but is that really a bad habit?! I think not. Oh and sometimes I yell, but don’t ask my kids about that because they might tell you that sometimes is wrong.

Name some jobs you’ve had.

  1. Babysitter who got locked out of the house with the kids and tried to pick the lock with a stick which broke off in the lock causing the parents to be locked out of the house too.
  2. Waitress who had a table of 12 all order steaks and then when walking out to serve said steaks dropped the tray… on the floor in front of the whole group.
  3. Drama Camp Counselor who bitched out all her campers because they were being freaking drama queens.
  4. Busboy (or girl) who got into a water fight with boy co-worker while wearing a white shirt and was forced by manager to go out into the restaurant to clear tables like that… White T-shirt Conest for one, please.
  5. Nurse who has seen more penis’ than a five dollar hooker and yes sometimes, I compare them in my mind. What?! I’m only human.

And that is how that is done.

LEGO Makes YouTube Safe for Kids

“Mom, how do you spell ‘YouTube?” Hayden called from the den.

It took a minute for me to process what he was saying, spell ‘YouTube’? What in the world was he talking about.

I walked over to him, “What do you want?”

“I wanna watch videos on YouTube and I don’t know how to spell it so that Google will take me there,” Hayden said matter of factly.

He said it like Googling was something he did every day. How much he knows about the Internet amazes me, sometime I wonder if he has a Twitter account that I don’t know about.

I leaned over the computer and pulled up YouTube. Hayden smiled at me and then wiped my hand off the mouse so that he could move the cursor into the search box. He clicked and then began typing l-u-g-i… when a selection of videos highlighting the video game popped up, Hayden smiled and clicked on one.

The video began to play and I walked out of the room. I smiled and walked back into the kitchen.

YouTube is awesome. There is so much information there. You can learn things from how to apply false eyelashes to make fondont roses to how to change the oil in your car. There are also videos of animals that will make you laugh and videos of the triumph of the human spirit that will make you cry.

I stirred the onions I chopped in the pan and thought about how many times I had watched videos on YouTube. I start with ones about bunnies eating carrots, so cute, and then because of the YouTube ‘rabbit hole’ end up viewing videos that I can never unsee about things that should never been done with a carrot and humans.

My ‘mom-sense’ suddenly went on high alert. What had I done? I left my son alone in a room on YouTube where he is just savvy enough to click around.

“Hayden!” I screamed as I dropped the spoon in the pan.

I knew it would take more than that to get him to look away from the computer so I walked into the room, trying to calm myself… a freak out would do none of us any good.

“Hayden,” I said again, “what are you watching?!”

He barely looked up at me. I looked over his shoulder and saw that just as I thought he was no long on video game movies. “Please don’t let it be some horse sex video. Please. Please Please.” I whispered to myself.

Then I got an idea.

“You wanna watch something really cool?!” I asked Hayden taking the mouse from him and stopped the video before it could play on.

“Sure,” he said.

I remembered that LEGO had a YouTube channel. A place that is full of kid friendly awesome, safe, videos. Parents can even make playlists and kids can watch until their hearts content.

Let’s just say as soon as the videos loaded, Hayden completely ignored me and in Hayden’s world, one should that that as a compliment. It means that means he is a big fan.

I encourage you to check out the LEGO YouTube channel. There are a ton of fun videos that kids will like and they even made some LEGO bloopers. I don’t know about you but I love blooper videos.

There is a lot of content on web; creating a playlist on the Official LEGO® Channel is a great way to ensure your kids are entertained and watching videos you can feel good about.

Visit the Official LEGO® Channel to build your own playlist to watch with your kids and then reply below for a chance to win one (1) $1,000 gift card to buy your family’s favorite LEGO® products!

This is a sponsored conversation written by me on behalf of LEGO. The opinions and text are all mine. Official Sweepstakes Rules.

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If I Blogged in my 20’s…

I wasn’t your typical twenty something girl that didn’t know what she wanted out of life. I had goals. I had a list. I had a plan. I was a go-getter. I kicked some ass and took names. I showed my twenties who was boss… perhaps a little too well.

I had no idea what blogging was back then. Heck, I barely new how to use my email and the only thing I new about the Internet was that if I wasn’t careful, I’d find myself in these chat rooms with people wanting to see my boobs.

But if I did blog back then, these might have been some of the post titles.

“I Really Wish My Boyfriend Liked My Music. What’s Wrong with Celine Dion?! It’s so Much Better Than Angry Music”

“Nursing School Nursing School Nursing School”

“I Need One PE Credit to Graduate… Camping/Outdoor Activities for the Win. Expect I just Remembered I Hate Camping”

“When is He Gonna Propose?! Come on Already, Two Girls in my Class have Diamond Rings. Two!”

“Gah! Just Propose!?!”

“I’m Getting Married!!!!!”

“Beauty School… My Back Up Plan If (and when) I Fail My State Boards.”

“College Graduation, Nursing State Boards and Marriage All in the Same Month… I’ll Take My Honeymoon Now!”

“When I’m Drunk on a Cruise Ship, I Can Feel the Boat Move.”

“Why Am I Not Pregnant?!”

“Yay!!! I Got My Nursing License. I Won’t Have to Go to Beauty School After All”

“I Want to Have a Baby!”

“Come on! Get Me Pregnant”

“Why We Don’t Have to Wait a Year After Marriage to Have a Baby”

“Big Surprise… I’m Pregnant!”

“Woman Gives Birth to 10lb 10oz Baby, All Girlfriends Cross their Legs in Sympathy.”

“I’m a New Mom… I Have No Idea What I’m Doing but I Love This Baby So Much I’ll Hold him till My Arms Ache.”

“I Hate This House! It’s Old, Has a Blair Witch Basement and Stinks. Let’s Build a New One.”

“What Do You Do When You House Sells 5 Days After Being on the Market, You have a 4 Month Old Baby and No Place to Live? Move in With Your Parents?!”

“I Wanna be a Nursing Supervisor… And Let’s Have Another Baby!”

“Infertility Treatments the Second Time Around Suck Big Hairy Balls and May Kill Me”

“Why Can’t I Just Be Happy with My One Baby?!”

“We’ve Hit the Jackpot…. Oh My God, TRIPLETS!!!!”

“How I Failed at Bed-Rest with a Two Year Old Running Around and Ended up in the Hospital.”

“The Hospital Doesn’t Stock Ben and Jerry’s Ice Cream and That Make Me a Sad Panda.”

“No I Am Not 9 Months Pregnant… I Just Had Triplets!”

Four Kids, Ages Two and Under… God Help Me!”

“Buried with Children: Life with Triplets and their Big Brother.”

Yup, in case you were keeping track that was college,  graduation, job as a nurse, marriage, one baby, new house, career advancement, three babies… All before I was 30.

A very productive ten years. No wonder I’m freaking exhausted.

This post is part of Writer’s Workshop

(Oh and technically I was blogging in my Twenties but that was late twenties so this post still counts.)

Looking Back at 2012

I miss you. I miss this space. I miss writing.

I’ve decided I don’t need ‘a next step’, I just need to write and tell stories. I want to continue document my life and share it. I like being able to look back and remember what happened through the years past.

I’ve gathered pictures and posts from this past year. I hope you this look back as much as I did.

January 2012

Oh the process that is getting kids ready to go out in the snow.

Febuary 2012

We did a little furniture shopping and pretty much gave the sales guy an anxiety attack.

March 2012

My lady parts and I were at war, I had to show them who is boss and had a procedure to do so.

April 2012

Being a mother is hard and I do my best, that’s all I can promise.

May 2012

During Spring Break, we took a trip and had to sleep in a hotel room with children.

June 2012

Jeff and I try to keep the spark alive in our marriage but sometimes that bites us in the ass.

July 2012

We added some new family members this spring… kittens and that process was not without an adventure.

August 2012

I don’t do well with mornings, especially without coffee and when there is a strange knock on my door at 7am.

September 2012

When I go out in public, I am on high alert for keeping track of my children. I never dreamed I’d have to do this at home too.

October 2012

While driving, one of the kids spoke those most dreaded words, “Mommy, I have to go potty.”

November 2012

If you came over to my house for coffee, this is what you could expect.

December 2012

Sometimes the stress of life gets to me so I have a little dance party.

Taking Time Away

Dear Friends,

To be honest, I hate reading these type of posts and I am not really sure what I exactly want to say. It’s just that I want to give you an explanation.

The truth is I am struggling and unsure. I just don’t know what to do about this whole blogging thing.

For the past 5 years, I have come to this space and written post after post, sharing my life in hopes to make you laugh, to make you feel that you are not alone in this parenting journey. I get great joy from this process. I am a storyteller and an over-sharer by nature. Blogging fills a great need in me.

It’s just that lately, I feel the words are not coming. It’s not that there aren’t stories, there are, I am just struggling to find away to put them together. I am also searching for the point. I see blogger after blogger taking the ‘next step’, moving onto new opportunities. I want to take the next step but I don’t know what that is.

I feel that the first part of this process is to step away. I need to miss this space of mine so that in the absence, I can remember just how much I love it. So I am going to take a break. I am going to step away and be quiet and reflect but not too quiet, I gotta tweet. And of course this will now mean that I will have so many blog posts pour of out me that I won’t be able to type them fast enough.

Oh well, I’ll just save them… in my head because that works so well.  Not.

Anyway, as this year comes to an end, I want to thank you. Thank you for reading, laughing and for your support. I wish everyone, from the bottom of my heart, a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

And here’s to more blog posts in 2013.

~Jen

Delivery for You

*ding dong*

Shit! The doorbell! Is it too late to hide?

I have much the same reaction when the phone rings. I like my phone to ring because I like the attention. I like knowing that someone is thinking about me enough to call me but I don’t really want to answer it.

Text me and I will race across hot coals to answer immediately.

It’s messed up, I know.

Usually, I am forced to answer the door because the kids have no fear of who is standing there. It could me a man standing in a ski mask hold an ax ready to chop us up into little pieces and my children would not only answer the door but let the man in and offer him candy.

I am thinking that maybe we need to balance each other out. They need a little bit more of my fear and I need a little bit more of their acceptance.

This time the kids were in school and even though every fiber of my being wanted to run and hide from the person at my front door, I had to answer it.

Also he could see me… darn large windows in the front of my house and there is no awkward like seeing a person and then running away from them.

I gave myself a mental bitch slap and walked to the door to open it.

“Hello, miss!” he said.

Man, I love it when people refer to me as ‘miss’. I hate ma’am with a passion. I know it’s a sign of respect and being polite but I don’t feel old enough to be a ma’am. Maybe when I am 70.

“Hello,” I said back.

He just stood there looking at me not saying a word. It was long enough that my ‘creepy’ radar was on high alert. I pushed those feelings down and remember he was here because he had a package for me.

“That for me?” I asked, hoping to speed up this encounter. Also, I wanted to get my hands on that package and find what was inside. It’s always fun to get an unexpected present.

“Yup,” he said handing it over to me.

I smiled and began to turn to close the door.

“What is ‘Buried with Children’?” he asked.

I looked at him, stunned. What in the world was he talking about? Had I suddenly become a famous blogger and now everyone knew my site?

He then pointed to the address label on the package. I looked down and read that it was addressed to ‘Buried with Children c/o Jen Mitchell’.

I smiled, “Oh that is just my…” I began.

Should I say website or blog? Website or blog? If I say blog will he understand? Does he know what a blog is?

“It’s my, uh, website,” I said, ending my internal debate and hoping that this would satisfy him.

“Well, that’s kind of a silly name. What kind of website is it?” he continued.

I smiled as sweetly as I could. Why did I feel like he was asking to see my underwear?

“Um, it’s a website where I write about my life and my kids. I tell funny stories about being a mom of triplets and their big brother,” I gave him my best elevator pitch summary of my site.

“Do you make money? Run ads on it?” he quickly fired back.

This was just weird. I don’t know why, it just felt that way but I answered, “Um, yes. I make some money but it’s really just a hobby… something that I enjoy doing.”

I breathed and hoped that he would be satisfied. He took a step down the porch and I felt like I was in the clear until he turned.

“How many readers do you have?” he asked.

Oh no, he didn’t! He was not going there. He was asking about readership and blogging stats, wanting me to break rule 212 of blogging; ‘Thou shall not show others your blog stats’. That’s about the same as looking under a ladies skirt and asking to take her underwear home so you can smell it.

“OhIhavelikeacouplethousandorsomethingbutlookIhavetogonowIamprettysurethatI smellsomethingburning.” I said as fast as I could and then shut the door.

I walked into the kitchen, stood just out of his view and watched him get into his truck.

Yeah, next time, awkward or not… I am just going to run and hide under the bed.