Daily post : Mom and Dad bloggers

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blogging, parents, postady2013, writing

You don’t have to be a die-hard mommy or daddy blogger to write about your family — it’s difficult not to share the hilarious yet harrowing story about your three-year-old’s decision to chop off her hair with safety scissors so she could look more like SpongeBob. (We hear the dishtowel necktie was pretty cute.)

But where are the boundary lines when writing about children? What don’t you share? What happens when they’re old enough to read your blog? What about comments critical of your parenting? What about posting photos?

This is what I consider to be an excellent question. It is something that I think about everyday that I write on my blog. How much to I share about my babies and their lives, what pictures do I share and how personal do I let it be?

If my children were younger and their escapades were of the silly natured ones, I would be eager to share how my baby girl cut her own hair during the middle of the night right before school picture day or how when my baby boy got a hold of a carton of eggs and pretended that they were little bombs and dropped them all around the apartment. Now that they are young adults, I haven’t any business sharing anything personal about them with the world, it is their privacy and their boundaries. My blog is only about me, the only way that I will share anything about my children with my audience is how I feel about them, how proud of them I am and how I still worry because it is my job and because no matter how old they are, I still see them as my little babies.

My baby girl has her own blog, I am a subscriber to hers as she is a subscriber to mine, I think that we create some instant censorship because as a writer, I am influenced by my audience and having my daughter as part of my audience, it keeps me on the straight and narrow. My baby boy is a writer as well, but his writing falls under the umbrella of melodies and lyrics. It makes me so happy to know that both of my children are writers, not in a professional capacity or at least not yet, but I feel comforted by the knowledge that their writing, for whatever reason they write, is therapeutic and cathartic for them.

Adding another layer to a tattoo

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color, dream catcher drawing, postady2013, tattoo

Almost 6 years ago, Nov.1 2007, I went into the hospital in dire circumstances. I was deathly ill and the emergency room doctor was so pessimistic that he told my hubby that I had two days left at the most. My hubby told him that he wasn’t needed and got the hospitalist, Doctor Baker, to take over. He saved my life by taking charge so quickly and finding us a doctor that was willing to take serious care and not give up. Prior to all this, from time to time, I would draw dream catchers. I learned about dream catchers while studying about the Native American culture in high school and I started drawing these as whimsical expressions of art when I was 15 and I had a few fans over the years. After my scary diagnosis my hubby took the dream catcher that I had drawn for him and had it tattooed on his back so that he would forever carry something of mine that I had created.

Today my hubby and I went to Northampton because my hubby was inspired to add a special splash of color to enhance the existing tattoo. A few years back, a lunar eclipse happened on his birthday and so he wanted to capture the gorgeous oranges, yellows and reds surrounding the circle. It didn’t take very long and the results came out to be exactly what my hubby envisioned. I’m very happy that his tattoo means so much to him and that he found another way to give it even more meaning.

It’s a Good Day to Die Hard: a movie review

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action movie, Bruce Willis, movie reviews, postady2013

Today my hubby and I went to go see Bruce Willis, in his best known character role of his career, at the movies. The media is making a big deal that it has been twenty-five years since the first Die Hard and I would appreciate it if they would stop speaking of it. I don’t need to remember that it has already been a quarter of a century since I first saw Bruce Willis as John McClain. My hubby and I really enjoyed the movie, as you may suspect, it had all of the necessary ingredients to keep us riveted to the screen; the wry sense of humor, car chases, explosions, high action impact, more wry humor and the requisite yippee Kai yay m.f. as only John McClain aka Bruce Willis can utter. The actor who played his son “Jack” John Jr. did a very good job with his role being the angry young adult son of a father who worked more than he parented. He was very believable, he was also extremely believable as an action hero. I told my hubby that when the young McClain walked, you really got that he was a man of action just by his walk. My hubby said “yes, just like I walk, like a superhero” I said “exactly, my husband” The young man walked with true purpose and focus, you believed that he was going to get the job done.

We also went to Arby’s beforehand for lunch and I did my arteries a big disservice. I ate a small roast beef sandwich, a large order of curly fries and a 30 oz chocolate shake. Hopefully all the oatmeal that I eat during the week will help flush all of the saturated fats and gunk out of my arteries and if not then the miles that I walk will hopefully force flush all the bad stuff out. I won’t worry about it, it tasted really good going down and since I don’t eat like this everyday, an indulgence every now and again isn’t the end of the world.

Today was a very fine day, a movie and Arby’s with my hubby, just the two of us.