Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Marvel Universe LIVE! … and Thor

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This may come as a shock to you, but I actually like the Marvel movies. Yes, really! I especially like all the X-Men movies. I know, just when you thought I couldn’t get any cooler.  So when I was given the opportunity to write this sponsored post and take Q to see Marvel Universe LIVE! for his birthday, I jumped at the chance! (The fact that Q is about to turn four is a topic for another post. Yes, there will be tears.)

Marvel Universe LIVE! is a live show coming to the SAP Center in San Jose later this month. It involves an original storyline with 25 Marvel icons, including Spider-Man and the Avengers. (Another two Marvel movies that I really liked.)

The show is appropriate for all ages, with pyrotechnics, aerial stunts, martial arts, motorcycles and all kinds of crazy stuff that will make Quinn’s eyes grow as big as saucers. Apparently, there’s enough feeder cable powering the performance to run across the Golden Gate Bridge… and back! And the show’s projections require more computer power than a space shuttle.

Can you channel your inner Joey Lawrence I get a “Whoa”?

Bay Area Moms, need more convincing to take your little super hero fan to see the show? I have one word for you: Thor.

The original story at this event goes a little something like this: The Mighty Thor shatters the Cosmic Cube, the ultimate source of power, into pieces to prevent it from falling into the wrong hands. Then, with the pieces scattered all over the world, Thor’s evil brother, Loki, devises a plan to clone the Cosmic Cube’s powers. This threat brings all your kiddos’ favorite Marvel super heroes to one place for the first time in the history of ever.

Yeah, I know. I had you at Thor.


Marvel Universe LIVE! is coming to the SAP Center in San Jose March 20-22, 2015. Buy your tickets to the showhere. And because we’re such good friends, use code MOM2 to save 25% on tickets to any performance. (Savings do not apply to VIP or Gold Circle seats. No double discounts. Discount is valid through 3/22/2015.)

Join me! Bring the family and don your favorite super costumes! And most importantly – don’t touch Thor.


This is a sponsored post, written by your truly, on behalf of Marvel Universe LIVE! All opinions expressed here are my own. 


Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Being an Entrepreneurial Mom - #MUMZYmoms



I’ve been on work release from baby jail for almost five months now. Having a break from the kiddos a couple days a week is good for all of us. And now that I have Google Play, I like being stuck in traffic even more. Hubs said that even though I’m ridiculously crazy busy, I seem happier now that I’ve gone back to work. My client keeps extending my contract, so I’ll keep letting them pay me.

My client has also tried to recruit me several times, but there is no way I would give up owning my own business. (Unless Hubs suddenly lost his job tomorrow, in which case, I would crawl on my hands and knees and beg them to hire me!) I only work twenty hours a week, but get paid like I work forty. I set my own hours, I pick my own projects, and I don’t get caught up in the office politics because I don’t actually work there. And I still get to be home with my boys three days a week. It’s a pretty rad deal.

Being a part-time working mom with two small children means constantly being pulled in different directions. Finding balance is not easy, and I struggle to find time to accomplish everything. But here are a few ways our family makes it work.

Monday, January 12, 2015

Give: My #2015themeword


December 30, 2014 was a cold day. It wasn’t snowing or below freezing – it wasn’t Michigan cold! – but by California standards, it was cold and windy. As the gusts reached 45 mph, I shoved my hands into my pockets and buried my chin into my scarf.

I had some kid-free time that day to do a little (unsuccessful) boot shopping. (Seriously, boots really should come in petites.) Next to the shoe store was a 7-Eleven, and I was in need of a little Red Bull boost to brave the cold and the crowds. Outside crouched a homeless man, attempting to shield his body from the wind behind an empty casing that used to house a pay phone.

Sadly, we have a large homeless population, especially in nearby San Francisco, so seeing this unshaven man with his shopping cart of treasures wasn’t new to me. Maybe it was the end of the holiday season, or the exceptionally cold winds, but the sight of him brought tears to my eyes. I felt humbled with gratitude because I have a house to keep my family warm, and that I could afford to stop in and buy a drink that I didn’t really need before I went to shop for boots that I didn’t really need.

I have gleaned enough knowledge from my friends with occupations in social work – and I’ve seen enough episodes of Intervention – so I make it a rule not to give anyone on the street money. But I could give the man a coffee on a cold day. So I filled the largest cup I could and collected some cream and sugar packets. I sat the coffee down at his feet and told him I wanted to help him stay warm. His enormous smile made my day way more than my small gift made his.

And that was it. I had my 2015 theme word.

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

2014: All the stuff I never told you


In our house, the year 2014 came and went in a blur of giggles, antics, and shenanigans. And I have the gray hairs to prove it. The fact that my blogging was a bit lackluster, especially toward the end of the year, made it even more important for me to create my annual recap video. Now you can see all the awesome stuff I never told you about.

Like that Quinn turned three and had a rad race car birthday party. And that he rides his tricycle and scooter all by himself. Or that he woke up one morning and suddenly lost his fear of heights and water, and started jumping off the diving board into Daddy’s arms and climbing to the top of everything. Or about how he is owning preschool, and that the stuff he says continues to simultaneously crack me up and amaze me.

I also didn’t tell you that my Baby Dragon isn’t a baby anymore. Reid has his first birthday and had an adorable dragon/Halloween/birthday party. And in 2014, he went from rolling to crawling to pulling up to standing, and he’s now taking small steps before falling into a fit of laughter on the floor. I haven’t told you how he does everything Quinn does and therefore gets into way more mischief than Q did at this age. Oh! And his words! His many, many words... Reid’s going to be a talker like Quinn.

Since all of those blog posts only exist in draft form in my brain, from which there is no foreseeable escape, check out this fun video instead to see how 2014 went down in our house. You can watch the boys grow – and the mischief double – right before your eyes. 

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Is this what you were waiting for? #Ferguson

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I have so many posts drafted about the events in Ferguson, Missouri, but I have refrained from publishing any of them. I felt everything had already had been said. But after Monday’s decision, I’ve changed my mind. 

I definitely have my opinions on Mike Brown’s death and subsequent events, and I have shared some of them on my personal Facebook account and a little bit on Twitter over the last few months. Most of my comments have been met with supportive and encouraging responses, with lots of likes, shares and retweets. However, a few people commented that they were "waiting until we have all the facts" before they formed an opinion. So now I wonder… is this what you were waiting for?  

Their desire to withhold judgment is noble, and it would do us all some good to be less judgmental. But "waiting for all facts" assumes that all the facts will eventually come to light. It assumes that the final outcome will be the right one, based on all the facts, nothing more and nothing less. Unfortunately, that's not always how our judicial system works. I'm not saying that our judicial system is corrupt; I'm saying that it is imperfect because humans are imperfect.


In the end, maybe it doesn’t matter that the Grand Jury decided not to indict Officer Darren Wilson. I suppose a trial would have been a much more expensive and time-consuming way to acquit him. We’ll probably never have enough facts to satisfy a jury, and we’ll never know Mike Brown’s side of the story. Dead men tell no tales.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Friendship Squares


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For my next big birthday (we won’t talk about which number it will be), I always thought it would be super fun to have a huge party. And not just any party. A 90s theme party! We’d play all the awesome 90s music, which would be Snoop, Biggie, Beastie and Green Day heavy. Guests would wear flannel over their flannel, those super high-waisted Rachel Green skirts, and very, very colorful pants. We would spend the night quoting The Fresh Prince of Belair and lamenting the early cancellation of My So Called Life.

Ah. Good times.

It sounds like a fun idea in theory. If I invited all of my friends to the same shin-dig, it would definitely not be the like a party scene from Can’t Hardly Wait. My friends would be factioned off into groups, huddled into their respective corners, only making eye contact with familiar faces.

There would be the “Work Friends from Company A” group and the “Work Friends from Company B” group, and never the two shall meet. There would be the “High School Friends,” the “Friends from College A,” and in her own tiny square would be the one friend I still have from “College B.” Then there would be “Grad School Friends.”

There would be the invaluable “Mommy Friends” I met after Quinn was born, "Grad School Friends," and my “Bloggy Friends.”

All of the sudden this party seems really awkward and complicated and not fun at all, which is why I’ve never actually had a birthday party as an adult. The room would be divided into a grid, each group confining itself to its assigned square, occasionally sending out a scout for beer.

Sunday, November 2, 2014

Is #NaBloPoMo Lite a Thing?


November is National Blog Posting Month when bloggers commit to posting every single day for a month. They participate in writing challenges, prompts, Linkys. It makes for great reading, if you have the time. I love it when my favorite bloggers rise to the NaBloPoMo challenge.

I’ve never participated in NaBloPoMo. Writing every single day is a big commitment. And since I’ve only posted five times in the last three months, you can imagine how daunting a daily blog post seems to me these days. Besides, I always thought that posting every day was blogging overkill. Plus I doubt you have time to read my words every single day anyway, right?

I can see how NaBloPoMo can be great for people with writer’s block, but writer’s block has never been my problem. I have drafts, outlines and half-written blog posts saved everywhere. I write in my head while I drive, shower, cook… constantly. My ideas and topics that I need to write about are endless. All day, I think in blog posts. The words cram up inside my brain until I have the time to let them out. And I never have the time.

Time is my real problem. I can’t make the time to blog anymore. Because blogging time is ME time, and I feel selfish taking ME time when there so many other things I need to do. So blogging falls down to the bottom of the priority list, along with massages, pedicures, curling up with a good book (or blog), and going to the gym. Blogging has become yet another luxury that this SAHM/WAHM/WOHM cannot afford.

*sigh*

I miss blogging. I miss you! But as I sit and write this first NaBloPoMo post (for which I am already a day late), I’ve been interrupted four times by two sick children who should be sleeping. It’s a damn travesty when takes me three hours to eek out a pathetic 385 words.


I know with NaBloPoMo, you’re either all in or you’re out. There’s no such thing as “NaBloPoMo Lite.” So I guess I’m out. But hopefully seeing all of your beautiful posts flood my inbox this month will be enough to inspire me to start taking ME time again and raise this poor, neglected blog up a bit higher on the priority list.