#BlogHer17!

I made my friend Sharon put a fresh post her blog for BlogHer. (My standard BlogHer advice. Have a fresh post on your blog.) You should read it. She’s a newbie this year. Sharon is also the sort of awesome friend you want to have: A BlogHer Introduction. Of course, I then thought I should eat my own dog food as it were and post a bit as well. Here goes:

I am headed to BlogHer17. I have only missed two BlogHer conferences. The first one and the one last year. I am going because it is close and because I missed the people. The ones I have known for years and meeting new people.

BlogHer is in my backyard this year. Yay Orlando. This makes getting there easy. Also, it means we will be near Disney and I’ve coaxed Denise into some Disney time. I think she is actually excited. I will probably regret that because OMG, tired after BlogHer doings.

Oh…another reason I am going this year:

Yes! I am speaking. I will be on the How to Navigate Mental Health Issues Online and Offline panel. Some of you may be asking “What?” “Why?” I may have asked the same thing. You know why? Because my day job is community manager. Yes. I manage communities. I am good at it. Even great at it. I know managing the crisis situations, the dos and don’ts and all things community related. Or at least how I do them, which is clearly right. 😉 The original description had a bit more about online communities and how to keep yourself safe and all that

I also hope to get a bit of inspiration to figure out if I am just a social media influencer or if I want to be a steady blogger again.

Another old post…things about me

So, Bad Luck Detective wants a list of some divisible by five number of things about us. I guess I better cooperate with her.

This despite the fact that:

1. I am not sure there are too many things people don’t know about me.

2. I never do these things anymore.

Ok, let’s see:

1. I once put the wrong eye color on my driver’s license application accidentally. This caused a 10 minute discussion with the guy asking for clarification about my eye color.

2. I can calculate the amount of time I have worked online by the age of one of my children.

3. I remodel, restock, and change my favorite bookstore in Florida in my head to be something that’s a cross between Charis books and Room of One’s Own books, but better. There is a strange blend in my head between those two, two bookstores of childhood and my fantasy bookstore amenities.I don’t want to WORK there though. That said: I loathe chain bookstores with a passion. I get overwhelmed in them, don’t like how they smell, don’t like the music, don’t like how the people in them act and don’t like the staff. I will often go in, get a pile of books, then abandon the books and leave.

4. I read constantly and average around a book a day (this surprises very few of you). I don’t actually like to OWN books though. Seriously, I could pare down my books to a dictionary, a Bible, a good collection of fairy tales, and a guide to fixing everything around the house and survival skills. Oh, and my book on the correct scripts for how to say things. Sentimentally, I probably couldn’t ditch my Bobbsey Twins collection. There are about 5 cookbooks I would miss if I ditched them.

5. I am annoyed that all newer books seem to have a gay or lesbian friend or couple as supporting characters. This despite the fact that I am a lesbian. Give me your heteronormative bodice ripper without the token gay friend. I really prefer it that way.

6. I love long car drives on my own and they help me think.

7. I once was pulled over for going over 100 mph. I talked the officer down to 99.

8. Until about 11 years ago, I was completely unaware of any behavior that would be classified as flirting.

9. It is unlikely that I will remember your name and face unless I have met you in person repeatedly. However, if I have ever talked to you in AIM/Google Chat/Twitter/Facebook, I will remember the oddest random facts about you. Really. There are people I have worked with over a decade ago that I have met in person and I won’t remember what they did, any detail of their actual work, or their children’s names, but I can tell you about their midnight snack, their truth in three truths and a lie, least favorite word, favorite candy.

10. Until about 9 years ago, people would constantly tell me I smelled good. Just random people (and Denise). I sort of miss it. Also, people touch my hair all the time. This has dropped off since moving to IL. I don’t miss that.

11. I make annoying (to other people) noises when I am thinking.

12. I also flap my hands when I get overwhelmed.

13. I sleep on my back with my hands folded across my chest.I started doing this after reading a quiz in something like “Woman’s World” when I was a teen “What does your sleeping position say about you?” I didn’t like my result so changed my sleeping position. Rumor has it that I also will put my knees up and cross one leg over the other.

14. I like rearranging furniture and the smell of lemon oil.

15. I periodically want to be a photographer, but hate the fact that the photos I take never show what I see. (iPhone 7+ has gotten me very close to this actually)

Trouble (Previously on BlogHer)

Trouble…
By TW on March 28, 2012

My daughter stands
next to my desk
utters those words
(the ones
that strike fear
in a mother’s heart.)

“I’m having trouble”

“with line breaks.”

I sigh
with relief.

Line breaks!
I can tackle those.
I think

I start in my head to
talk html, then

Stop.

“Line breaks?”
“My mentor” (poetry)
“says I need to consider
line breaks.”

Oh.
THAT kind.
I clarify.
She speaks
of Sentences.

Cringe
Fumble
(Could we talk
Sex? Relationships?
Drugs?
Easier!)

I pull up
Audre Lorde…
Diagram

(Never to Dream of Spiders)

I point to
June Jordan.

Really? Who better…
to teach line breaks?

Google.
Quote.

Teenage Stare.

Ask for an example–
Solid Ground.

She offers one
Quicksand.

txt doc time

I offer
Variations.

I change words
(Bad Mommy!)

Denise steps in. More
Variations.

Daughter likes these
Variations
Better.

I backseat drive

In the end
the point goes
to Denise.

(a lie)

Daughter gets the
point.
her poem
her search
for truth.

I pull out
Lucille Clifton
I point

Daughter complains
“No Caps”
Clifton – Poet Laureate

(know the rules-then break them)

Exit daughter

Enter poem
dancing in my head.
In the end.

Freezer Needs–Input Requested

For most of my adult life, I have had a freezer. Once upon a time it was a giant chest freezer, that got left behind when I divorced. Then an upright freezer my mother bought me when we lived in Gainesville. It didn’t move with us. Then we had the “free freezer” from Jewel-Osco. It was a rather small chest freezer (5. something cubic feet maybe). It moved down here with us–but it died, somewhere between the defrosting or the move.

Anyhow, we have no freezer right now. We have a side by side refrigerator that is large, but odd. So, I am back to pondering freezers. I am unsure if I want to go with another chest freezer OR with an upright freezer.

Here are the considerations:

  • This is a household of women. We top out at 5’4″
  • I hate diving to the bottom of a chest freezer–but the upright ones don’t seem to hold enough.
  • There are only 3 of us full-time now
  • We tend to stockpile when we find things on sale
  • We don’t live just down the street from a “real” grocery store anymore.
  • But, we also aren’t Costco/Sam’s Club people at this point
  • GARDEN! Farmers Markets! Produce.
  • Holidays
  • Entertaining (Seems like we might be doing some of that “now that we have friends”)
  • I want self-defrosting–because I hate defrosting freezers.
  • We don’t have an ice maker on our freezer–well, we do, but it doesn’t work and I find we have increased ice needs for some reason here. This means bag ice OR we need to get one of those stand-alone ice makers. Or something.
  • I would really like something energy efficient.

So what do you recommend? Chest? Upright? Brand? Have I forgotten something? Do you know a great deal? Organizational tips?

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